Her fingers long and slender <br />As to the rest of her <br />Wonder how such frailty could, labor <br /> <br />Seen with dirt under nails <br />Her drive is a better world <br />She has gone further <br />Than just a frail young woman <br /> <br />Her fingers long and slender <br />With the smell of future flowers <br />Soon will give you much to see <br />Exceeding your garden needs <br /> <br />The plants she sows <br />They are hardy <br />They will grow <br />Through heat <br />Through neglect <br />She will give you what you expect <br />And tell you not to neglect <br /> <br />Keeping them alive is nothing new <br />Seedlings comming through <br /> <br />In a secret garden <br />Away from the cruel.... <br /> <br />She holds a thornless rose <br />Timeless and fragile <br />Pretty and pink <br />With other pastel inks <br />The blossoming is forever <br />In her heart <br />A model for all to know <br />For no other could grow <br /> <br />Another season begins <br />Life lush and green <br />That is her nature <br />Fingers long and slender<br /><br />Howard Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-lady/
