Cinderella Goldenrod
CINDERELLA GOLDENROD
The June garden is overflowing with summer colour.
The dresses are gorgeous. The Prince is dazzled.
In the corner, Cinderella in drab green looks sad;
But the clock ticks. In August, the Prince of the Sky
Will see her clusters of emberglowing yellow flowers.
She’ll be the belle of the ball.
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Note. All gardeners love the bright, late showing of Goldenrod, after the other flowers have gone.
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