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Flower Poems
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Flower of Winter, Flower of Spring A Flower blooms
In winter’s chill
Though Darkness looms
It remains still.
Throughout the storms
Of snow and hail
The Flower forms
Its figure frail
Then springtime dawns
And on the ground
Flower is not gone
Though others abound
A young man sees
The flowers sway
With gentle breeze
He walks their way
And for his maiden
picks one out
Nature’s game played
Without a doubt
A Flower picked
For lovers’ will
A Flower born
In winter’s chill C.P. Lewis
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What may be the most important reason why you should garden. It is the cheapest, healthiest, keenest pleasure there is. Give me a sunny garden patch in the golden springtime, when the trees are picking out their new gowns, in all the various self-colored delicate grays and greens--strange how beautiful they are, in the same old unchanging styles, isn't it?
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