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The Garden Pansy
The Gardener Love
The roots so deep, slowly grow
With tender care
There beauty grows
From barren ground, they slowly show
The kiss of sunshine, warms there soul
The gentle touch of summer rain, feeds them all
Remove the weed, and let them bloom
From a little seed a rose will grow
Tall and sleek
With spear like leaves, and purple trumpets
Stands the proud Gladiola
A heart shaped leaf. And a face of colour
Calling out
I may be small but remember me
I surround them all
Copyright ©
John Crompton
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