Poetry Garden
Please note that these poems are reproduced without permission and are intended purely to share my pleasure in the following pages of poetry with my small group of interested friends. The words are so delicious and sensuous and smart and playful to this Granny, who grew up in the freezing gray world of Minnesota's rural prairie during the war. Why wouldn't we spend all our money on books of poetry?
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Favorite Poems on Plantings and Purple Plots
FORGOTTEN LANGUAGE
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers . . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
— Shel Silverstein
Gardens themselves
are very healing.
To be surrounded
by the exquisite beauty
of nature is to experience
a healing of the soul.
~ author unknown
