Children's poetry/short story set in a garden. |
Lucy’s Garden By: Casey Allison Crumby In Lucy’s Garden you might say It’s quite beautiful on a summer’s day With the dandelions and Queen Anne’s lace Poppies and lilies and the sunflower’s face The lovely camellias and pretty bluebells Keep sweet flower secrets they’ll never dare to tell Bright green ivy winds around the tall white picket fence That Lucy put around her garden, it makes perfect sense! For the sheepdogs and passersby must be kept at a distance At Lucy’s strong and protective but proper insistence What would become of Lucy’s Garden should something invade? Only rain and Lucy shall come into this garden, and perhaps a bit of shade! For the baby’s breath and sweet pea must be left to grow And bathe in rich sunlight until the winter’s snow But for now, a happy garden sings to vast blue skies Hymns of glory and praise for all of time’s July’s Someone speaks, can it be Lucy, do you suppose? No, listen! The daisies are whispering to the red rose! All the lilies and gardenias are happily chatting As the sun shines down on the poppies laughing The garden sways in sweet repose As winds from the west begin to blow Dancing, dancing the dandelions swirl Like a pink dancing ballerina girl But soon something stirs away in the trees It is certainly not Lucy or the light summer breeze Something is coming, the garden knows And all the flowers’ petals begin to close The gardenias and orchids have become shy As a troublesome butterfly and bee come to pass by Bouncing by the stone birdbath as they come for a drink Bobbing along by the Forget-me-nots so pretty and pink I think they’d rather drink from honeysuckles, don’t you think? The butterfly and bee wonder if they have something sweet to drink! But the honeysuckles have hugged close to their vines And plumosa, zinnias, and dahlias have closely intertwined So the butterfly and bee carry on to the next place Without a drink and without a trace When all is clear and have come to pass The marigolds emerge from their hiding finally, at last One by one the flowers open and peek As they still slink down, ever so meek Then all the flowers begin to rise to see That trouble is gone, as the Amaryllis decrees All is safe to raise and sway In soft west winds from far away The Bells of Ireland, the Iris, and the Daffodil The Mums and Wisteria resume all until The trees begin to rustle in the coming of the night As flowers yawn and grow tired at the fading of summer’s light The Water Lilies and Snapdragons, and Hyacinth dream Of soft moonlight and twinkling stars, a most beautiful scene The Heather and Clover and Buttercups and Carnations Fall fast asleep without much temptation For the flowers are tired from today and must get their rest To enjoy tomorrow’s things with which they’ve been blessed Like beauty and friendship, warmth and laughter That they can enjoy forever after Though they sleep, there is always another dawn When the sun rises to remind us of things not too far gone So if you happen upon Lucy’s Garden someday Mind the flowers, they are very shy, and may hide away They’ll, as they often do, grow quiet and hide And when all has passed, they rise towards the sky And if you listen closely, you might hear them say “Yesterday in Lucy’s Garden was a marvelous day!” |