A stroll I took one Sunday Morn

A beautiful sunny day to walk

I found myself in the back yard

Birds above let out a squawk.

As I approached, there was an arch

That marked the garden's entrance

The path that leads into the garden

So inviting was my first glance.

A little path that led my way

Thru this little flower garden

Along this path, I spied two chairs

I had to set awhile; It was serene.

Across this little garden, sitting on a fence

A beautiful Red Cardinal sat watching me

I just sat and admired his red beauty

As he watched over this garden, I let him be.

Every flower was planted with care

Beautiful blooms were on a tall stalk

Flowers were blooming in some pots

Bordering along side, this little walk.

Bromeliads, Shrimp Plants, Cone Flowers

So many different kinds of flowers

All so beautiful in their own right

I have no green thumb: I'm only an amateur.

So many plants, I did not know

Some had blooms and some had none

But just the same, I liked them all

Bright and shiny: kissed by the sun.

There was an old shoe on a rock nearby

My brother's old shoe he gardened in

Mr. Toad lived in this shoe with a plant

It jumped out! Surprised! I gave a grin!

No photo of this toad I got

He hid from me and wouldn't come out

So I went on with my little stroll

Enjoying the beauty all about.

I see the bees have sampled her flowers

Even the squirrels all frolic about

Miss Billie is spending a lot of time

In planning and planting, there's no doubt.

I shall return again real soon

For here I like to come

We sit out here to talk and laugh

We never let things get hum-drum.

Miss Billie is my other sister

In her flower garden, I like to walk

To see the new beauty she has planted about

And then I sit admiringly and gawk.

Bessie MelVina Carathers

October 5, 2000