Poetry and flowers
Are similar in this:
Though each but one time seeing
Each leaves you with
A kiss
Poetry and flowers
Are similar in this:
Though each but one time seeing
Each leaves you with
A kiss
Valerie Summerville lives up the hill –
Go by the river, then turn at the mill –
Look for the trailer withs roses outside
At Number 16, Crosspoint Forest
Valerie’s beautiful, friendly and smart –
Everyone here knows she’s got a big heart –
She goes to church of a Sunday, at nine
And works everyday as a florist
Valerie Summerville, loved and admired –
Dated some men here, but then, came unwired;
Realized she’s good if she’s never a bride,
And just went about being merry
Valerie’s heart is for no one, it seems
Even for those of us hiding our dreams;
But, like herself, I guess I will be fine —
My secret’s not
Tough to carry
So many blast their music loud,
But will not put their flowers in the window;
They show their anger to the world,
But act as though their kindness was too fragile to be shared
But some we find who are not so,
What beauty they can share, they do it, always;
And add such colors to our world
As help us go to places we would ne’er before have dared
Love your own garden;
I support
My local flowers