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CHILDREN OF THE SUMMER GARDEN

In the lazy days of summer
 When heat streams up in afternoons
Come into the season’s garden –
 Nature’s outdoor living room.

Early riser, blue Morning Glory vine
 Opens at dawn and sometimes at night;
Unfurling his petals, fades by afternoon
 Somehow he can’t wait for the moon.

Wakes up early with the sun,
 Daylily flowers just for fun;
Blooms in the morning, sometimes at night,
 Brilliant colors welcoming light.

How devoted the Lavender,
 Coming back year after year;
He tips his hat, then waves his hand,
 And says to us “Bonjour.”
 
Tall, graceful, regal Hollyhock
 Standing, waiting, along the walk;
Nods in greeting at ev’ry guest
 Words of welcome in her best party dress.

You turn your face to catch the light
 Morning dawn, your delight;
The midday sun never too bright
 For the Sunflower reaching into the sky.

Bright and cheerful Black-eyed Susan
 Its seems you grow all over;
In gardens and beside the road
 Happy flower, quite the rover.

Stately, blue Delphinium
 He bows with grace along the fence;
Elegant flowers of early summer
 Politely greeting with deference.

Lambs Ear, soft as eiderdown,
 Easily growing all over town;
Lining the borders of sweet summer gardens,
 Velvety leaves in grey-green so hardy.

Snapdragon looks fierce, like he might bite,
 Guarding the fence by day and by night;
Stands up straight, so proud and tall
 But truth be told he’s friendly to all.

Thoughtful Pansy sends us greetings,
 Loving thoughts, well wishes also;
In her sweet face mirrored her feelings -
 Her open smile sets her eyes aglow.

Blue Periwinkle – flower of friendship,
 Joining two hearts in sweet memories,
Thriving in heat and in the cool shade
 Embracing ladybugs and fat honey bees.

Impatiens dancing in a window box
 Or underneath a shady tree
Colors jumping out in a greeting
 Smiling and vibrant - just for me.

Spirited Freesia, distant cousin of Iris,
 Born on the continent Africa;
Grows up tall with leaves like spears
 Shares perfume with the greatest of cheer.

Nestled along the country roads
 A dainty umbrella of white flowers grows;
Queen Anne’s Lace loves the of summer
 Not afraid of midsummer thunder.

Fearsome Gladiola – flowering sword -
 Makes a statement with his spikes;
Garden watchman – never bored
 Have no fear when “Glads” grows near.

Dalia wears of bright colored hat,
 Small or large or in-between;
In the wild or in the garden
 So welcome this girl in any floral scene.

Lovely perfume to grace summer nights
 Tiny white flowers bright as starlight
In hushed garden beds or high on a fence
 Crickets and Star Jasmine sing in duets.
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