Aster - The Garden

ASTER

Chapter 1

THE GARDEN

On a regular street
Where houses are neat
And hedges are all trimmed straight,
Lives a young girl
With a blond and brown curl.
Once again her parents are late.

There for a while
She waved with a smile
At neighbors as they passed by
And threw stones at the drain
In the road, just a game,
And sat on the curb with a sigh.

And after that
She wandered back
To the yard behind her home
Where the squirrels would play
On days like today
And the bunnies so liked to roam.

Still further back
Behind the small shack
Where her daddy kept his tools,
Where the shadows of trees
And last autumn's leaves
Lay in small watery pools

Was an old flower garden
That's charm was disarming
In an unusual kind of way.
Though unkempt and weedy
And, by all means, quite needy
Of work and toil that day.

Still, flowers grew there
By the bunch and in pairs.
Their colors were beauty and light.

On this summer's day
In this month of May.
A beautiful, beautiful sight

The girl sat on the edge
Of a small rock ledge
That bordered the Iris of blue
And sang a sweet song
Of loneliness gone
In this garden known but to a few.

Song: MY GARDEN by Carol June
(Melody: When Irish eyes are smiling.)

               Well, how are you, my garden.
                On this fine and lovely day?
                I hope you all are happy,
                I wish that you could say,

                With colors blooming brightly
                I hope you all will stay
                And keep me company, my friends,
                On this warm and sunny day.

                My Mom and Dad are working,
                But we can talk and play.
                I love my little garden.
                I always get my way.

                Your smells are all so fragrant
                And petals seem so gay.
                I love my flower garden,
                You take my breath away.

                With colors blooming brightly
                I hope you all can stay
                And keep me company, my friends,
                On this wonderful, wonderful day.

"Carol June, Carol June.
Come in, Carol June."
Broke the spell of the moment.
Her mother was home,
No more all alone,
Mama could make her content.

“I hate to go,
You blossoms should know,
But my Mama is making our dinner.
I'll see you again,
Good-bye until then.
I'll be back long before winter."

With the bouncing of curls
And the cuteness of girls
Carol June ran to her back door
But for a second, looked back,
Secure in the fact
That she could always return for more.

By the evening moon's sight
In the hazy moon's light
Shown a ray from a star to the land
And in that same place
Shown a flowers sweet face
And a glowing of beauty quite grand.

The gentle rain that fell
Made the flower bud swell
And glow with a most gentle light,
The ring of the moon
Bore witness that soon
A fairy would live on that night.

In this garden world, small
With thorn bushes tall
Were flowers of pale alabaster.
Orange Poppies in lines
And huge Trumpet vines
And most beautiful of all, the Asters

Through the shadows and light
Shown a curious sight,
Stood a creature on a wide mushroom head
Who could quote or measure
For work or just pleasure
But now sang a strange song instead.

~ Robert E Browne ~

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