Question

Workshee
Listening 6
A. Listen to the poem My Garden and complete the blanks.
This is
my
Garden
I plant it with care.
Here are the
I plant them in here.
The
shines
The
falls
The seeds sprout
And grow up
plant: to put a seed into the ground for it to grow
sprout: to start to grow​

Answer 1

Answer:

The world is sadly sick, they say,

And plagued by woe and pain.

But look! How looms my garden gay,

With blooms in golden reign!

With lyric music in the air,

Of joy fulfilled in song,

I can't believe that anywhere

Is hate and harm and wrong.

A paradise my garden is,

And there my day is spent;

A steep myself in sunny bliss,

Incredibly content.

Feeling that I am truly part

Of peace so rapt and still,

There's not a care within my heart . . .

How can the world be ill?

Aye, though the land be sick they say,

And named unto pain,

My garden never was so gay,

So innocent, so sane.

My roses mock at misery,

My thrushes vie in song . . .

When only beauty I can see,

How can the world be wrong?