Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HER GARDEN, by JOHN RICHARD MORELAND


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HER GARDEN, by                    
First Line: I was such a quaint old garden
Last Line: In her arms are purple flowers.
Subject(s): Autumn; Gardens & Gardening; Seasons; Fall


I was such a quaint old garden
And was kept so lovingly
For my mother was its warden.

And each new bright morning found her
Like some pale and slender flower
With her green friends all around her.

Every walk was laid with neatness,
Edged with moss or dusty-miller
Or white pinks of spicy sweetness.

There the royal purple pansy
Looked with scorn upon his neighbors --
Camomile and sage and tansy.

Summer brought old fashioned posies:
Mourning brides, and phlox and lilies,
Candytuft, bluebells and roses.

Autumn . . . . how my heart beats faster . . . .
When I think of all its beauty . . . .
When I see the purple aster.

Grief can chill the warmest hours,
She has found another garden . . . .
In her arms are purple flowers.





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