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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A GARDEN MYSTERY, by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY Poet's Biography First Line: I have a garden all my own Last Line: I wish I hadn't thought of that! Subject(s): Children; Gardens & Gardening; Childhood | |||
I HAVE a garden all my own, I digged it with my little spade; I hoed it crumbly with my hoe And, when it was all nice and made, I put long rows of seed to bed (Tucking them in so snug and tight) And gave them each a bed-time drink, In case it shouldn't rain at night. Then, every morning, I ran quick To see if they had come awake, To tidy up their beds, and draw New bed-quilt patterns with my rake. I did not poke them once! I did Exactly like the seedman said, But when the seeds woke up—guess what? They'd got all changed around in bed. They sprawled all over everywhere! Some were so squeezed they nearly died, One had a whole row to itself And some had tumbled quite outside. Not one was where I tucked it in— Now, wasn't that the strangest thing? It couldn't have been me, because I made the rows quite straight with string. They must have done it all themselves But why they did it no one knows— Unless perhaps they felt the cold And huddled up beneath the clothes? Or p'r'aps they had a nawful fight, Or p'r'aps were scratched up by our cat, Or p'r'aps my rake—Oh, goodness me; I wish I hadn't thought of that! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE A CHRISTMAS CHILD by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY |
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