Thursday Rhymes With Gardening
SongWhen I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me.
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree.
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet.
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain.
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain.
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Hap'ly I may remember,
And hap'ly may forget.
-Christina Georgina Rossetti
Achoo
I have a tiny rose bush,
That made a tiny rose.
When I was bent,
To test its scent,
Pollen got on my nose.
-Tinyhands
posted by tinyhands @ 11:59 PM
6 Comments:
Beautiful prose! Go well with small cat snoring in my bed as I surf the web. =^..^=
Big lazy smooch,
The Tart
BTW, today my brother informed me that he will be going to Japan for holiday. Osaka--have U been there?
Tart- "small cat snoring" I like that. Kyoto was as close as I made it to Osaka. Our dear Badaunt lives much closer.
*handing Tiny a Kleenex* Bless you. Freakin' allergies.
Thursday doesn't rhyme with gardening.
My head hurts.
KCTL- I don't suffer traditional allergies. I tend to get a lot of headaches this time of year, but that could just be accounting class.
JR- I think it depends on your accent, or lack thereof. As for the headache, I warned you about recommended banana-depth.
Some flowers are huge
others are tiny
they're all just like men
only...they usually smell nicer.
Check out my blog tinyhands!!!
Love your place here in blogdom, its very well decorated!!
JAMIE
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