Garden path Be careful going up the garden path. The stones are loose and broken here and there. You’ll find the blooms are full and fruits are sweet, but I have had no time to make repair. Share this poem:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...