Whether they grow by a cabin door, Or back of some crumbling wall. Or whether they stand in stately grace, Near a mansion white and tall; They are summer's flaming posters Hung on the sky's blue wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN |