Who hath a garden, he has joy,
However small his plat may be.
Wide his horizons; in his demesne
Master of beauty and lifer is he.
God has graciously smile don him,
Made him a helper in His great task-
Building a glorious world in time;
What finer task could any one ask?
Who hath a garden, he has friends -
Lilies and roses will not forsake;
When they depart, '
tis but for a time;
They will return when the spring winds wake.
Let him rejoice on his kingly throne
Who hath a garden of pink and gold;
Kings bear burdens and soon are gray -
Who hath a garden shall not grow old.
- Thomas Curtis Clark
4 comments:
You had me at the "random things about me," between the deer, the Eifel Tower, and the owl on your head, I was hooked!
Hey, stumbled over here from another blog because your alias made me laugh. Nice blog so I had to follow! Now, about those mosquitos ... I grew up in eastern MT and I always considered them the unofficial state bird. Sounds like you have a similar problem. Happy gardening!
Mosquitos should be the state bird...down here we like to call them "skeeter hawks"....when you say "hey theres a skeeter hawk on your head" in South Alabama....we know what it is...LOL!!!
What a lovely poem!
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