Poems for your Garden
There are gardeners and there are poet gardeners. I think you will agree that the following poems exemplify this fact.Hen and Chickens
The "Hen" is in the' garden,And the "Chickens" are there, too;
They've travelled far to get here,
Across the ocean blue.
Of course, they do no scratching,
The reason is they can't; They're not like other chickens,
For they are just a plant.
-JOHN CARROLL
The Garden
Across the road a garden grew, And bent among the flowers,
A spare old man stooped to his task Or he sat and dreamed for hours.
He had slaved away his early youth In a pharmacy day and night.
A pallid drudge year in, year out, He was starved for color and light.
He had no time for romance,He grew to shun mankind.
Too stingy to spend emotion, He closed his heart and mind.
He reaped the fruits of frustration, In that dull round of care.
A life out of doors, the learned man said, Might bring surcease from despair.The gay nasturtiums stirred his heart, Velvet dahlias woke his pride
The roses he loved like children,The lily was his bride.
He left this mortal plane long since,
But the garden calls him still:He walks there when the moon is low,
A bent form, dim and chill.
-FRANCES STRAWN LIVINGSTON
posted by Thomas @ 12:32 am
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