Come sit a while and gaze at these:

The daffodils and maple trees.

I dropped those bulbs into the earth;

They nod and laugh in fitful mirth.

Years it’s been with grass and woe.

With trowel, spade, rake and hoe,

I tilled and brought the yard to bloom.

You tilt and trod this earthy tomb

To see the garden as it is

With measured plotting analysis.

I caught your glance at yonder bud

As flows the vernal snowmelt flood.

And look at these that pierce the ground.

The holy peonies are found

To tilt with flower towards the sun

Exploding blooms in early June

And house the hungry crawling ants

Who search for nectar from the plants.

Now these are violet hyacinths,

And here the boxwood labyrinth,

And here foxglove breaking through

For summer bells erect and true.

So note the plan the plot the map,

Enjoy your time in garden’s trap.