Gardens and Plants

(Students at the colleges near Phipps Conservatory found, probably still find, it pleasant and relaxing to walk to the conservatory during free hours)


Easter Flower Show

The coolness of a summer storm,
The stillness of a summer dawn,,
Now gently stirred by music's strains,
Whose themes from higher spheres seem drawn.


What beauty merits all the care,
A loving hand has here bestowed,
The gentle, winding, stone-lined paths,
The bridges where no stream e'er flowed?


For as the setting to a stone,
These charms do little but enhance,
On ev'ry side, sweet scents arise,
And flower gens greet every glance.


Great beds of blooms of single hue,
Combine in intricate design,
So flawless is their fashioning,
Reveals to man their source divine.


On Planting a Flower Garden


Wake up, littltle seedlings, raise your heads to greet the sun,
Stretch your limbs to find the nourishment for growth,
Seek the sun's blessing on your face and the strength,
From soil, sun and rain, let your smiling face,
Give to those who pass by, hope and strength,
That they will pass on to all that they greet,
So, wake up, seedlings, start your happy mission.


The Gardener


"What, a weed in the garden?"
"I'll not tolerate that"
So, with the weed catcher,
She pulled the weed out,
But wait ...
Where are the proper plants,
The seeds she had sown?
No flower is glowing,
No herbal is showing,
So, with a sigh,
She put  the weed back, saying,
"At least, something is growing:"

Picking Wild Blackberries

Mother Nature protects
Her most precious crops,
The wild blackberry is a valued one,
So, if a'picking you would go,
Both legs and arms must protected be,
From wicked thorns that tear tender flesh,
While poison vines their miseries add.
But when the picking's done.
Forget the thorns and poison vines,
Enoy that most delicious treat.