“Grandmother’s Old Fashioned Garden”
By Mildred T. Pettit
My grandmother dear has a garden,
Old fashioned and quaint as can be
The flowers so rare, that none can compare,
'Neath the plum and the apricot and cherry tree.
Would you like me to show you the garden?
Then follow me now and we'll go
'Round the old grape-vine arbor, back of the walk,
Where the birds and the butterflies and flowers grow.
The daisies and lilies are telling
Of grandmother's kind, tender care
Sweet william and peas, heliatrope and heartsease,
And violets, modest 'tho fragrant and fair.
I still long for my grandmother's garden;
With hollyhocks, stately and tall
And sometimes in my dreams, I see her, it seems,
My dear grandmother standing there close to the wall.
In my grandmother's Old fashioned garden,
There are flow'rs of every hue
Daffodils, pansies, and hyacynths
And old fashioned pinks are there too
I belong to my grandmother's garden,
I was picked from the family tree;
So out in my grandmother's old fashioned garden,
If you come there you will find me.