Aug. 14, 2008 - The Gardener - A Poem
Here is a poem I got out of the A Child's Garden of Verses. The book is compiled of poetry and is authored by Robert Louis Stevenson. It's about gardening! I thought you would all enjoy it; I did!
The Gardener
The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes me to keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.
Away behins the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig,
Old and serious, brown and big.
He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue,
Nor wishes to be spoken to.
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,
And never seems to want to play.
Silly gardener! summer goes,
And winter comes with pinching toes,
When in the garden bare and brown
You must lay your barrow down.
Well now, and while the summer stays,
To profit by these garden days,
O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indians wars with me!
Thank you for stopping by!
Your Authoress,
Elf Queen
