Grandmother’s Garden

By: Effie Waller Smith
garden house
Oh, to wander at will in a garden,
One of my grandmother’s day;
One that my grandmother tended
Where old-fashioned flowers held sway!

Snowball and flowering almond,
Zinnias gorgeous in dye;
Lilacs scented and purple
Which regal robes outvie.

Great silky blood-red poppies,
Phlox and sweet William galore;
Morning glories and holly hocks lusty
In those happy days of yore.

Blossomed profusely and sweetly
In splendor and showy array,
But most of those old-time beauties
Are not in favor today!

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