Walking in Gardens of Old

Today's Photograph, by Khalid Hussain:


A glimpse of the gardens of Lahore Fort. I gave the photograph the name: Walking in Gardens of Old.

I thought of this poem when I saw this photograph:
If I could put my woods in song
And tell what's there enjoyed,
All men would to my gardens throng,
And leave the cities void.
In my plot no tulips blow,--
Snow-loving pines and oaks instead;
And rank the savage maples grow
From Spring's faint flush to Autumn red. 
By Ralph Waldo Emerson


The poem can be found here.

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