There's an old-fashioned garden Near an old-fashioned home; In that old-fashioned garden -- In fancy -- I roam. Those sweet-smelling roses; That columbine rare; And the face -- of my mother -- Are all mingled there In a picture that memory Has painted I see An old-fashioned garden -- A rose-bowered garden -- That comes back to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |