Valerie Summerville

Roses carnations baby's breath and pansies

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

Flowers in the Window

Flowers in the Window

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

Flowers, Forgive

Azaleas

Flowers, forgive my lack of grace.
I stumble most everyplace –
Out here by the garden wall
It was just my time to fall.

But your strength I’ll not disturb
Nor your blooming essence curb —
Flowers, forgive me, if you can:
I am just a clumsy man

Marigolds

Marigolds

There’s menace in the marigolds
And secrets in the flowers;
The stamen and the sepal now
Have preternatural powers

The gift of golden nature
Is a trap to snare our eyes;
It’s when we stand the most enthralled
We’re nearest our demise