When I catch you
(says the mother to her son)
You won't catch me
(says my lover to me)
(I've locked the garden,
I've hid the key)
Give it to me
(says my love to me)
I caught you!
(laughs the mother to her son)
You in crimson grab my arm,
bite my hand for the key.
Marcus Smith Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-garden-20/
