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Hi there all and everyone,
Other places on our forum we have posted garden writing - so to start a nice and specific thread I thought I would post the first one on this topic.
I hope you will find your own favourites, saying, poems, proverbs and short writing, and that you will post them for us all to enjoy. We are not really here to discuss them - that will be for another site. We (or definitely me) want to read good writing and then imagine.
Keep it happy, informative and please leave out life metaphors not fit for those of us still under 21. That's me don't you know! Smile now.
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Herb Garden by Timothy Steele (b 1948)
"And these, small, unobserved . . . " — Janet Lewis
The lizard, an exemplar of the small, Spreads fine, adhesive digits to perform Vertical push-ups on a sunny wall; Bees grapple spikes of lavender, or swarm The dill's gold umbels and low clumps of thyme. Bored with its trellis, a resourceful rose Has found a nearby cedar tree to climb And to festoon with floral furbelows.
Though the great, heat-stunned sunflower looks half-dead The way it, shepherd's crook-like, hangs its head, The herbs maintain their modest self-command: Their fragrances and colours warmly mix While, quarrying between the pathway’s bricks, Ants build minute volcanoes out of sand.
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What herbs are you growing at the moment?
Cheers now
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A Haiku for you -
............................................................... One Flower by Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon ...............................................................
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Hi there people who garden and like poetry! Is that you?
Here is one for the slow-in-coming spring for many. ...............................................................
Springtime
by Velma D. Bates
Oh, spring came to my garden And caught it unaware Wearing just a few old leaves And a dejected air.
But when spring left my garden, Its work so deftly done, Many, many Daffodils Were dancing in the sun.
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Hello everyone - and here is a poem for the fairies!
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The Flowers by Robert Louis Stevenson
All the names I know from nurse: Gardener’s garters, Shepherd’s purse, Bachelor’s buttons, Lady’s smock, And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things, Fairy woods where the wild bee wings, Tiny trees for tiny dames— These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs Shady fairies weave a house; Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme, Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people’s trees, But the fairest woods are these; Where, if I were not so tall, I should live for good and all.
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Hi there,
Columbines by Teresa Hooley 1888 - 1973
Airily poised in the garden bed, Delicate saffron, white and rose, With gossamer petals lightly spread The columbines flutter upon their toes.
Wait, till the moonlight sets them free! They'll stir, they'll shake off the dew, they'll go Dancing, dancing (but you'll not see-- You'll be too busy asleep to know).
Someone surprised them once in May, Glimmering ivory, gold, and pink, Dancing under the moon. That way Columbines found their name, I think .................................................................
Cheers for today and tomorrow too!
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Hello all,
I've heard it said that it s simple folk who like easy rhyming poetry - so I guess that makes me simple as I have always like Walter de la Mare. .................................................................
from Peacock Pie
“A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April -- drip -- drip -- drip. Up shone May, like gold, and soon Green as an arbour grew leafy June. And now all summer she sits and sews Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows, Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet, Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit; Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells; Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells; Like Oberon's meadows her garden is Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees. Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs, And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes; And all she has is all she needs -- A poor Old Widow in her weeds.â€
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Here is another one I like - what do you say?
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Outside in my Dressing Gown
by Liz Cowley
I’m outside in my dressing gown –
I often am at half past seven,
when plants are sometimes waking up.
To me, that is a time of heaven.
The builders on the roof next door
were once surprised to see me there,
amazed to watch me pottering
in slippers and with unbrushed hair.
Thank God they’ve learned to look away,
accepting there’s a nut next door
who’s up and out and not yet dressed –
they don’t look startled any more.
They do their own thing, I do mine –
they glance at me, then look away.
I’m glad they have accepted it –
the way I like to start the day.
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Hi there one and all,
Here is another poem about the spring season - so here is to the change ... lovely stuff happens in spring not so?
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Spring Garden by Gareth Lancaster
Jack Frost has upped and gone away, To his icy summer home. He stays there whilst the sun is warm, It's not safe for him to roam.
Now he's left the earth warms up, And flowers start to grow. Peeking through the heating soil, Growing quickly for a show.
Crocuses and Daffodils, Green shoots poke through the ground. And with each day as spring returns, They burst up all around.
When spring arrives the garden glows, With yellows, blues and reds. Stretching in the sunny warmth, Whilst Jack is safe in bed!
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Still, we all know that Jack Frost is patient and knows that his time will come again.
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Hello Gardeners,
This is by a young lady still in junior school. I am not sure why she called it Tommy. Perhaps Tommy is her brother?
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Tommy by Gwendolyn Brooks
I put my seed into the ground And said, "I'll watch it grow." I watered it and cared for it As well as I could know.
One day I walked in my back yard, And oh! what did I see? My seed had popped itself right out Without consulting me.
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I say she will make a smart gardener.
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Hi there,
Can't you just taste these words? Hmmm.
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From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee (b 1957) From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard, to eat not only the skin, but the shade, not only the sugar, but the days, to hold the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
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I could! Cheers now
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Hello People,
My favourite line in this poem is in the last stanza
O! if beauty could save thee, thou ne'er would'st decay,
- but the cycle of life and the chance of the courageous first is well covered - and our memories of beautiful flowers in our life fade oh so slowly - another favourite of mine. ...............................................................
The First Rose of Summer by: Robert Gilfillan (1798-1850) 'Tis the first rose of summer that ope's to my view, With its bright crimson bosom all bathed in the dew; It bows to its green leaves with pride from its throne, 'Tis the queen of the valley, and reigneth alone.
O! why, lovely stranger, thus early to bloom? Art thou here to assure us that summer is come? The primrose and harebell appear with the spring, But tidings of summer the young roses bring.
Thou fair gift of nature, I welcome the boon; Was't the lark of the morning that 'woke thee so soon? Yet I weep, thou sweet floweret; for soon from the sky The lark shall repose where thy leaves withered lie.
O! if beauty could save thee, thou ne'er would'st decay, But, alas! soon thou'lt perish and wither away; And thy kindred may blossom, and blossom as fair, Yet I'll mourn, lonely rose-bud, when thou art not there. ...............................................................
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Hello to Everyone,
How is this for a lesson in gardening? From a child's eyes ... nice.
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Life of a Plant by Risa Jordan
A plant will grow from a tiny seed, Some water and sun is all you need.
First the roots grown underground, They suck up minerals from all around.
Then come stems, some tall, some stout, And next the branches spread about.
Leaves grow in all shapes and sizes, Watch this new life as it rises.
Flowers bloom from buds on stems, They are as pretty as precious gems.
Some plants give us juicy fruit, Some have vegetables at the root.
New seeds travel to and fro, By wind and water, on the go.
And the cycle keeps on going, Soon new stems and leaves are showing. .................................................................
Do you have any poetry that you like that you will add? Please do.
Cheers now
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Hello again,
I have always liked Walter de la Mare - maybe it's the easy rhyming verse which is comfortable to read? Many think he is too childish to take seriously, but I am not one of them.
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Seeds
The seeds I sowed – For weeks unseen – Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail you’d think The tiniest stone Would never let A glimpse be shown.
But no; a pebble Near them lies, At least a cherry-stone In size, Which that mere sprout Has heaved away, To bask in sunshine, See the Day.
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Have a great gardening week ahead - cheers now
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Hi one and all,
Here is a really nice tribute to Grandma by Lois E Felder
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Garden of Gold
I walk through the garden, On this warm summer's day, To smell the flowers, That grandma raised.
In the middle, Of this garden of gold, Stood this one, Single red stem rose, The rose means so many things, From the ones you receive on your wedding day, To the one you get on Valentine's Day, But this single rose standing here today, Represents the love grandma gave.
From the love she gave, When she planted it that day, To the love she gave us, Each and every day, So when you pass this garden of gold, Remember the love that this rose holds. ...............................................................
Cheers - please join in and add your choices, thanks
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Hello Everyone,
It is well known that not many gardeners can choose a favourite favourite flower or plant ... there are just so many around that it is just impossible.
Every plant has a space in my heart. I am not an Iris fundi by any means, but they are really beautiful bulbs and relatively easy to grow in containers. Have you tried?
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Rainbow Treasure I have found the treasure That lies at the Rainbow's end; Wealth beyond computing Is mine to give or lend.
Opals of an April dawn, Gold of a shimmering noon, Amethysts of the sunset, Pearls with the glow of the moon.
Would you like to share it? There's more than enough for all In my Iris Garden Against a grey stone wall.
by Agnes Hayes Post
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Do you have a nice poem with a gardening theme to share?
Cheers now
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This is a very long poem. My nephew, an English prof, has posted it online because my darling niece and he had their first child just a week ago. And he is bursting with gratitude. The poem has a lot of gardening imagery in it, and I have chosen just some of it to share. I love the sheer exuberance of the language and feeling as though I'm in a garden.
Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude Ross Gay
thank you zinnia, and gooseberry, rudbeckia and pawpaw, Ashmead’s kernel, cockscomb and scarlet runner, feverfew and lemonbalm; thank you knitbone and sweetgrass and sunchoke and false indigo whose petals stammered apart by bumblebees good lord please give me a minute; and moonglow and catkin and crookneck and painted tongue and seedpod and johnny jump-up; thank you what in us rackets glad what gladrackets us;
and thank you the way my father one time came back in a dream by plucking the two cables beneath my chin like a bass fiddle’s strings and played me until I woke singing, no kidding, singing, smiling, thank you, thank you, stumbling into the garden where the Juneberry’s flowers had burst open like the bells of French horns, the lily my mother and I planted oozed into the air, the bazillion ants labored in their earthen workshops below, the collard greens waved in the wind like the sails of ships, and the wasps swam in the mint bloom’s viscous swill;
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Hello Mona,
How right you are when you say "I love the sheer exuberance of the language and feeling as though I'm in a garden..."
It is as if he has been reintroduced to the life force of the world through the birth of his child - and what better way to express those feelings of joy, gratitude and wonder than to use plants, flowers and the cycle of life that they represent.
The mention of his father and mother too looks backward as he looks forward; closes an immediate circle of family.
Thanks for this, the richness of the writing enables one to read it over and over again and get more from it each time.
Cheers
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Dear Lestie,
How wonderful is this thread! I love the garden themed Poetry!
Fabulous!
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Hello Mary and Everyone,
Thanks for your comments - yep! It's great and I so enjoy ferreting around for poems to add.
Here is another short poem with some commentary underneath - it refers to one of my favourite plants whichever version you go for, I like and grow them both with much easy maintenance and success. ...............................................................
Hen and Chickens
by John Carroll.
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.
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By the way, what we call Hen and Chicken here in SA is a very different plant from that you call Hen and Chicks in the US. Ours is often confused with the spider plant (leaves are so similar) and the botanical name for ours is Chlorophytum comosum.
Your Hens and chicks are members of the Sempervivum group of succulent plants and are also known as houseleeks. The botanical name for these is Sempervivum tectorum.
Both plants in different ways have a main plant (the hen) that produces numerous offshoots (the chicks).
Regardless ... I think the poem is sweet, I hope you like it too.
Why not add one of your own?
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Back to unabashed thankfulness, I have to explain that Ross Gay isn't my nephew, though he may be a former colleague. My nephew posted the poem because it so wonderfully expressed his joy and thankfulness and connection to everything.
Yesterday a friend and I were walking in the grounds of a stately home and I was thinking how lovely it would be soon when there were snowdrops, then crocuses and lots of daffodils. And what should I see but the shoots of a patch of daffs! Which had me thinking first of all, that this could be a bit unwise as the cold weather and frosts aren't over yet. But secondly, how lovely they were in Wales where there would be masses of them growing wild, usually in time for St David's day. I don't think I've ever seen 10,000! But I'm with Wordsworth in the feeling.
Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
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Oh how right you are! This just has to be amongst the favourites of many people.
I remember being pedantic with my English Lit. teacher when I was about 14 and drove her crazy because I kept on laughing to think of Wordsworth actually counting the daffodils before he wrote the poem.
I asked her again and again how he knew that there that many.
Shame, I think back on it now and I see I really needed a 'klap' as they say here metaphorically. I remember her being patient though - what a marvellous educator she was. Lucky me.
Cheers
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Hello Everyone,
Well here is a poem that has been written along the lines of many other pieces in literature with themes of 'Stop and smell the roses ... or Make hay while the sun shines ... or and so on.
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The Garden
by Francis Strawn Livingston
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. ...............................................................
I like the full circle the poem comes, the sadness of loneliness is offset along the way with regeneration, beauty and continuity. What do you think? We are not running a poetry crit. exercise here but would you have called it The Garden? Just musing.
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Yes, Lestie, I would have called it The Garden, rather than, say The Lonely Man, Existential Pain [ok, not too likely!] or something that focused on the negative aspects of his life the way we social beings would see it. The garden was his redemption and the focus of his love. And why not? A garden is a living thing too.
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Hi Mona,
The more I read this poem the more complicated it gets!
The three main 'characters' I see are the old man, the garden and the narrator.
There's regret of time misspent, of time wasted on not important things; of time ill-used and just passing by unnoticed.
The narrator seems to be making the same mistake - by his/her remarks there is a wistfulness - perhaps s/he is happy for the old man who found solace in the garden?
Anyway, I may have called it something else though I have been trying think of something but can't quite get a title to suit what I want to say ... no poet me!
Maybe just a change of one word could do it - call it His Garden instead of The garden.
Anyway and all that, cheers
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Hello All,
Lou e-mailed me and asked for the full poem where we are encouraged to 'stop and stare."
It makes it somehow into the garden-themed poetry post I say, so here we go...
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'Leisure'
by W.H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
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Hello there,
It probably takes a simple mind to enjoy such simple verse but there are those times when a person doesn't really want to think! ...............................................................
Maytime Magic
by Mabel Watts
A little seed For me to sow… A little earth To make it grow… A little hole, A little pat… A little wish, And that is that. A little sun, A little shower… A little while, And then – a flower! ...............................................................
It's true - it is as simple as that.
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Hi there all,
Here is a repeat of two poems that I have posted before but which I think are worth reading again and again and again. I hope you agree.
Yikes! Where does the name Wadsworth come from?
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Kind Words and Kind Deeds
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden, And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words and kind deeds.
And then another by Goethe
Found
Once in the forest I strolled content, To look for nothing My sole intent.
I saw a flower, Shaded and shy, Shining like starlight, Bright as an eye.
I went to pluck it; Gently it said: Must I be broken, Wilt and be dead?
Then whole I dug it Out of the loam And to my garden Carried it home,
There to replant it Where no wind blows. More bright than ever It blooms and grows.
Cheers now
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Hello there!
I love tomatoes don't you? Well here is someone else who does! ...............................................................
Tomato by Robert Szankowski
I see this fruit, this imperfect ball, it sits on the counter, against the wall; I’m uncommitted to its ultimate fate, I got to decide before it’s too late.
It looks ripe, it looks sweet and delicious, full of vitamins, it is surely nutritious; bright and red with a dimple on its face, a flawed perfection that adorns its grace.
Where did it come from? What was its trek? What gave it its quality? What gave it its speck? Its youthful green color as it grew on the vine. Did it fall, was it picked, before it became mine?
What is the best way to bring out its taste? Should I make a soup? Should I make a paste? A Bloody Mary? A spicy salsa? Should I make a sauce, to eat with a pasta?
A lot of thought went into this piece of fruit, a vegetable some people would dispute; a tempting odor as I put to my jaw; I think I’ll write a poem for it and eat it raw. ...............................................................
... and so he did.
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THE DESERTED GARDEN
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun. With childish bounds I used to run To a garden long deserted.
The beds and walks were vanish'd quite; And wheresoe'er had struck the spade, The greenest grasses Nature laid, To sanctify her right.
I call'd the place my wilderness ; For no one enter'd there but I. The sheep look'd in, the grass to espy, And pass'd it ne'ertheless.
The trees were interwoven wild. And spread their boughs enough about To keep both sheep and shepherd out, But not a happy child.
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Hi Mona,
Your choice above a sad and happy poem - masterfully mixed, so nice to read over an over again ... poetry works especially for me when it touches a personal spot. Thanks for posting it.
Here is another one I found.
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My Garden by Marie Church
As I look out to my garden I feel a sense of pride It really is a lovely room Except it is outside.
Where lovely things mix and match And greenery fills the walls The sound of trickling water Coming from the gold fish pond.
I love the sight of stones and rocks And driftwood and tree ferns to The sounds of all my chimes I know you would like it to.
With pride I walk around my garden And savour each scent and smell Colours of yellow, red and gold Striped cushion on a bench.
The bird bath has its own domain It's placed beside a wooden arch Where all the birds come to bathe And drink when they are parched.
Ladybirds can hide away Sometimes they come out to see What's happening around them With caterpillars and the bees.
There's not much more that I can say Except if you have your own It won't take long to build it up Seeds will bloom once they are sown .............................................................
Cheers
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And here is another one from one of favourite writers ... ............................................................... Nothing to Save by D. H. Lawrence
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet. ..............................................................
'nuff said. Cheers
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Emily Dickinson had a great love of gardening and gardens. This captures a few delightful moments in the garden.
In the Garden
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad, — They looked like frightened beads, I thought; He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb, And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean, Too silver for a seam, Or butterflies, off banks of noon, Leap, plashless, as they swim.
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Hi Mona,
I love the poetry of Emily Dickenson - we studied her at school and I wrote my English thesis on her ... she brings back memories of days of fun and nonsense and mischief.
Here are another two from her. I hope others will enjoy her writing if they have not yet read her. ............................................................... The Sleeping Flowers
"Whose are the little beds," I asked, "Which in the valleys lie?" Some shook their heads, and others smiled, And no one made reply.
"Perhaps they did not hear," I said; "I will inquire again. Whose are the beds, the tiny beds So thick upon the plain?"
"'T is daisy in the shortest; A little farther on, Nearest the door to wake the first, Little leontodon.
"'T is iris, sir, and aster, Anemone and bell, Batschia in the blanket red, And chubby daffodil."
Meanwhile at many cradles Her busy foot she plied, Humming the quaintest lullaby That ever rocked a child.
"Hush! Epigea wakens! -- The crocus stirs her lids, Rhodora's cheek is crimson, -- She's dreaming of the woods."
Then, turning from them, reverent, "Their bed-time 't is," she said; "The bumble-bees will wake them When April woods are red." And
With Flowers.
South winds jostle them, Bumblebees come, Hover, hesitate, Drink, and are gone.
Butterflies pause On their passage Cashmere; I, softly plucking, Present them here! ...............................................................
Cheers 'til more time
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Hi there,
Here is a nice one for memories ... and don't we all have them?
Memorial
by Albert E Pedrick
I've had the garden tidied up, As she would have me do. This little pal who couldn't stay To see the season through. The flowers were her dearest friends, The garden was her own, I've watched her work, but never knew The things that she had grown. Her, catalogues keep coming, and Her garden magazine; I run across the queerest names, And study what they mean, I read them all, from end to end, And when the spring is here, I'll have a garden just like hers, As though my wife were near.
Cheers now
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Hello - I don't think I have put this up before, forgive if it is a repeat - it's nice enough.
Our Garden By Beatrix Potter
"We have a little garden, A garden of our own, And every day we water there, The seeds that we have sown. We love our little garden, And tend it with such care, You will not find a faded leaf, Or blighted blossom there."
Cheers - add something why don't you?
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My tomatoes thrive abundantly, Ripe melons sweet the air. Such beauty you can always find Amid such loving care.
Former Chocolate Editor. Also known as Daisybun.
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Hey Daisybun this is so descriptive ... did you write it? Extra lovely if you did, write some more please or go to the other thread in this forum 'The Ogden Garden Verse'
I love poetry in general period. And it's an extra prize for me when it's about gardening in any way, shape or form.
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Here is a charming verse...
The Gardener's Morning by Howard Dolf
The robin's song at daybreak Is a clarion call to me. Get up and get out in the garden, For the morning hours flee.
I cannot resist the summons, What earnest gardener could? For the golden hours of morning Get into the gardener's blood.
The magic spell is upon me, I'm glad that I did not wait; For life's at its best in the morning, As you pass through the garden gate.
A gentle call to action! Cheers
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Hope you like this one ...
Garden Sanctuary by Doxis M. Palmer
You who walk, Maybe with troubled thoughts, Come, enter here and rest; And may the sweet serenity of growing things, And the heavenly, peace Be mirrored in your soul. ...............................................................
Slow down now,
Cheers
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Here's a nice gentle one ...
Hear by Elin Kelsey
Be still. Listen. Like you, the Earth breathes. Your breath is alive with the promise of flowers.
Cheers
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Goethe wrote this ...
Once in the forest I strolled content, To look for nothing My sole intent.
I saw a flower, Shaded and shy, Shining like starlight, Bright as an eye.
I went to pluck it; Gently it said: Must I be broken, Wilt and be dead?
Then whole I dug it Out of the loam And to my garden Carried it home,
There to replant it Where no wind blows. More bright than ever It blooms and grows.
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Hillside Narcissus by Nora McFarlane
There's a grassy slope not far away Where thousands of Narcissus bloom, And I catch my breath, as I watch them sway Tossing their sweet perfume.
Gaily they nod their dear little heads And smilingly welcome me, As they spring up fresh from their winter beds, Eager for company.
Their round white faces fair and clean Are purer than frost or snow, And I thank the hands, tho' now unseen; That planted them, long ago.
Please add one something - thanks and cheers til next time,
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And while we're on the subject of daffodils, here's a sweet poem by A.A.Milne.
DAFFODOWNDILLY
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.â€
–A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
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Thanks Mona, I agree with the quaint name Daffodowndillies!
Here's another poem that you can see, taste, and hear so well it transfers straightaway to your garden ...
WINGED JEWELL - The Hummingbird. by Cora Cone.
Feathered fire of emerald . Aflashing through the air, Its throat a glowing jewel, A ruby solitaire. Intrepid wings are whirring In airy, fairy flight, Careening through the sunshine, A scintillating sprite. Then pendant o'er a flower It dips its dainty hill And gathers honeyed nectar From flowery cup and frill. Now darting, swiftly turning, It seeks the trumpet vine, A little tropic jewel Aflame with nectared wine.
Don't you just love poetry?
Cheers for now.
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I love reading through this thread to remind myself of het lovely words it's gathering as time passes ...
Here's one for today by Robert Louis Stevenson
Autumn Fires
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!
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Robert Burns -
My Love is like a Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the melodie That’s sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry:
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun: I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve And fare thee well, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
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Hey Susan, thanks for putting this up - it took me back immediately to when I was around 10 ad singing in the choir with our Scottish music teacher Miss MacCallum. We sang it and got a first in the Eisteddfod that year.
Anyway, I may have already posted this one but just feel like reading it again in case not ... I don't know if it has a heading.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden, And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words and kind deeds.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cheers now
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