I have a garden fair to see,
Where
purple flowers bloom for me,
Royal purple pansies meek,
Mignonettes,
with fragrance sweet,
And there’re stately roses there,
Blooming
almost everywhere.
There the jonquil – saucy fellow,
Flaunts
his style in palest yellow,
While beside the garden wall,
There’s
a river that grows more tall –
Hollyhocks, I love them too,
Sparkling
bright, with morning dew.
Waxen lilies in a row,
Marigolds
and golden glow,
Starry asters, flashing white,
Zinnias’
of color bright,
Nod
and bend to touch my gown,
And beyond a hedge of red,
Scarlet
sage lifts up her head,
While still further on you see,
Tall,
the stately lilac tree.
But there’s one I have not told,
Daises
white with hearts of gold.
Mother loved them long ago,
That
is why I prize them so,
And in my garden there’s a place,
That
thee modest daises grace,
Always old, yet never new,
Like
a friend that’s tried and true.
They are beautiful you see,
All
these flowers that bloom for me.
But to me the flowers most bright,
Is
a field of daisies white,
Makes me think of days of old,
Half
their beauty can’t be told.
A paradise my garden seems,
With
colors bright and restful greens,
Purple pansies, asters white,
Mignonettes
and zinnias’ bright,
Waxen lilies in a row,
Marigold
and golden glow,
Stately roses, fair to see,
Scarlet
sage and lilac tree,
Hollyhocks beside the wall,
Yellow
jonquils not so tall,
But the modest daisies bring,
Thought
of sweetest, dearest thing.
Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Copyright Roy Richard
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