Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY GARDEN, by MARY RAMTHUN YOUNG First Line: Once it was but barren land Last Line: All my garden whispers love. Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening | ||||||||
Once it was but barren land, Just a bit of clay and sand; So with spade we planted trees, Flowering shrubs for birds and bees, Planted grass and bulbs and seeds, Spaded, hoed, and pulled out weeds; And where once 'twas brown and bare We now have a garden there. Larkspur, blue beside the wall, Hollyhocks so straight and tall, Columbine and poppies bright Glow beside the daisies white; Here and there the bluebells nod, And above, the goldenrod; All my garden blooms so fair Where 'twas once so brown and bare. O'er a trellis hangs a vine, From a pool the lilies shine, In the trees the robins sing Songs and melodies of spring; Everywhere is music gay Chasing every cloud away; Blue and clear the sky above, All my garden whispers love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOVEMBER GARDEN: AN ELEGY by ANDREW HUDGINS AN ENGLISH GARDEN IN AUSTRIA (SEEN AFTER DER ROSENKAVALIER) by RANDALL JARRELL ACROSS THE BROWN RIVER by GALWAY KINNELL A DESERTED GARDEN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS NOT THE SWEET CICELY OF GERARDES HERBALL by MARGARET AVISON |
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