In the shower this morning this came to me from out of the blue.... We sang it a Capella.... with Mr. Rutenkroger conducting.... remember? A Girls Garden - Robert Frost A neighbor of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the farm, she did A childlike thing. One day she asked her father To give her a garden plot To plant and tend and reap herself, And he said, Why not? In casting about for a corner He thought of an idle bit Of walled-off ground where a shop had stood, And he said, Just it. And he said, That ought to make you An ideal one-girl farm, And give you a chance to put some strength On your slim-jim arm. It was not enough of a garden Her father said, to plow; So she had to work it all by hand, But she dont mind now. She wheeled the dung in a wheelbarrow Along a stretch of road; But she always ran away and left Her not-nice load, And hid from anyone passing. And then she begged the seed. She says she thinks she planted one Of all things but weed. A hill each of potatoes, Radishes, lettuce, peas, Tomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn, And even fruit trees. And yes, she has long mistrusted That a cider-apple In bearing there today is hers, Or at least may be. Her crop was a miscellany When all was said and done, A little bit of everything, A great deal of none. Now when she sees in the village How village things go, Just when it seems to come in right, She says, I know! Its as when I was a farmer... Oh never by way of advice! And she never sins by telling the tale To the same person twice.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 11:16:02 +0000
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