Our Garden Party
My sweet Grannie invited me for afternoon tea
She said we would dine beneath the cherry tree
Their pink blossoms will decorate our place
And there will be spring violets in a silver vase
In the corner garden she always likes to grow
yellow tulips that put on a brief but lovely show
Inside the old barrow beside the garden wall
Bloom daffodils who nod their heads to all
Asters and poppies, daisies and bells of every kind
As delightful a small space as you will ever find
She said that after, wed sit and chat about the day's
delights, and dream the waning afternoon away
Her garden was so much a joy in her later years
I cannot recall our garden party without a happy tear......
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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