JohnB
New member
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2007
- Messages
- 6
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Country
- UK
- State
- middlesex
- City
- enfield
I've had the garden tidied up,
As she woul have me do,
This little pal who couldn't stay
To see the season through.
The flowers were her dearest friends,
The garden was her own.
I've watched her work, but never knew
The things that she had grown.
Her catalogues keep coming, and
Her garden magazine.
I run across the queerest names,
And study what they mean.
I read them all from end to end,
And when the spring is here,
I'll have a garden just like hers,
As though my wife were near
As she woul have me do,
This little pal who couldn't stay
To see the season through.
The flowers were her dearest friends,
The garden was her own.
I've watched her work, but never knew
The things that she had grown.
Her catalogues keep coming, and
Her garden magazine.
I run across the queerest names,
And study what they mean.
I read them all from end to end,
And when the spring is here,
I'll have a garden just like hers,
As though my wife were near