R
Robert Harrison
Guest
There is a flower of orange hue,
old fashioned, now rarely seen
in gardens layed to grasses view,
where once this flower was seen.
Gardens where grew this simple flower,
grow exotics from foreign clime.
Rare to the blue of Wisteria’s bower,
flowers cross-bred to mans design.
This flower fine dressed in orange hue
much favoured in bygone time.
To me it’s beauties more than few,
T’is the Marigold this flower of mine.
Its petals shaped like teardrop pearls
lie fixed in jeweled displays.
Bouqued and given to blushing young girls.
My Marigold, which flourished in bygone days.
old fashioned, now rarely seen
in gardens layed to grasses view,
where once this flower was seen.
Gardens where grew this simple flower,
grow exotics from foreign clime.
Rare to the blue of Wisteria’s bower,
flowers cross-bred to mans design.
This flower fine dressed in orange hue
much favoured in bygone time.
To me it’s beauties more than few,
T’is the Marigold this flower of mine.
Its petals shaped like teardrop pearls
lie fixed in jeweled displays.
Bouqued and given to blushing young girls.
My Marigold, which flourished in bygone days.