Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, <br />Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day— <br />Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons— <br />Spreading the seeds in the old-fashioned way. <br /> <br />Just in the old fashioned way, too, our quarrel <br />Grew until, angrily, she set me free— <br />Planting, indeed, bleeding hearts for the two of us,— <br />Ordaining bachelor’s buttons for me. <br /> <br />Envoi <br /> <br />Strange, was it not? But seeds planted in anger <br />Sour in the earth and, ere long, a decay <br />Withered the bleeding hearts, blighted the buttons, <br />And—we were wed—in the old-fashioned way.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-fashioned-garden/
