We need no crown or sceptre, <br />for now that it is spring, <br />just a little bit of garden- <br />and every man's a king! <br /> <br />A little breadth of border, <br />a little patch of grass, <br />above it all the April sky <br />where soft the south winds pass. <br /> <br />A spade and rake for comrades, <br />the smell of rain-wet mould,- <br />and every time we turn a clod <br />we turn a mint of gold. <br /> <br />A little bit of garden, <br />with daffodils a-swing, <br />and tulip-flowers whose crimson flags <br />are only flown for spring. <br /> <br />Shy blossoming primroses, <br />forget-me-nots of blue, <br />and here a blade and there a blade <br />of green things peeping through. <br /> <br />Who seeks for crown or sceptre <br />when every man's a ming <br />whose patch of cottage garden <br />has felt the feet of Spring!<br /><br />William Henry Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-bit-of-garden/
