Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GRANDMOTHER'S GARDEN, by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: This was the garden that grandmother made Last Line: Why, where should I be this blessed minute? Subject(s): Flowers; Gardens & Gardening; Grandparents; Grandmothers; Grandfathers; Great Grandfathers; Great Grandmothers | ||||||||
THIS was the garden that Grandmother made, Here in the filtering sunlight and shade. Here grew the delicate, old-fashioned posies, Columbine, larkspur, cinnamon roses, Balsam and lavender, briar and box, Pale mignonette and chintz hollyhocks; Neatest of paths for the tiniest feet, Wandering, wavering, all through the sweet. And there, quite the prettiest blossom of all, Mother went tiptoeing when she was small. This is the garden that Grandmother made -- New buds to open as older ones fade. With her wee waterpot making the showers, My mother dallied with her mother's flowers; Quaint little figure with cheeks like a rose, Starched pantalettes and slippers with bows; Bonny brown hair and a bonnet of straw, And the merriest eyes that the sun ever saw. But for Grandmother's garden and all that was in it, Why, where should I be this blessed minute? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KISS GRANDMOTHERS GOOD NIGHT by ANDREW HUDGINS KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE BOOK OF SCAPEGOATS by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM THE GREAT GRANDPARENTS by TED KOOSER A CHARM SAID UNDER AN OAK by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |
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