A Pride of Tiger Lilies
While weeding in my vegetable garden,
I took a needed break, from my hoeing.
I gazed along the creek over the glen,
a pride of tiger lilies opening.
It appeared to me an exposition,
a thousand deep, emerging on parade.
Row on row and column after column,
in full regalia, a marching brigade.
A brilliant orange with narrow spots of brown,
on each top hat, a yellow pollen crown.
Shoulder to shoulder in closed rank column,
marching, marching in ornamental plume.
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