Best Poems - Gardening

“Dear little tree that we plant today
What will you be when we’re old and gray?
‘The savings bank of the squirrel and mouse,
For robin and wren an apartment house.
The dressing room of the butterfly’s ball,
The locust’s and katydid’s concert hall. 
The schoolboy’s ladder in pleasant June,
The schoolgirl’s tent in the July noon,
And my leaves shall whisper them merrily
A tale of the children who planted me.'”

“The Oak is called the Kind of Trees,”
The Aspen quivers in the breeze,
The Poplar grows up straight and tall,
The Pear tree spreads along the wall,
The sycamore gives pleasant shade,
The Willow droops in watery glade,
The fir tree useful timber gives
The Beech amid the forest lives.”

“I let her garden go.
let it go, let it go
How can I watch the hummingbird
Hover to sip
With its beak’s tip
The purple bee balm—whirring as we heard
It years ago?

The weeds rise rank and thick
let it go, let it go
Where annuals grew and burdock grows,
Where standing she
At once could see
he peony, the lily, and the rose
Rise over brick

She’d laid in patterns. Moss
let it go, let it go
Turns the bricks green, softening them
By the gray rocks
Where hollyhocks
That lofted while she lived, stem by tall stem,
Dwindle in loss.”