My Needle's Garden

Let's take a walk through the garden
That my needle made for me.



A thistle bursts beneath my hand
And leaves drop from the trees.


The shamrocks rise to bring me luck
And the beads are spread and sown.


A greater joy for garden work
My heart has never known.


My fern is blessed with pearls of light.
My roses face the sun.

My hands have settled down to rest
for my needle's work is done...