TO WALK AUNT KATHY'S GARDEN,
THERE'S NOTHING TO COMPARE,
THE LOVE AND ATTENTION,
IT SHOWS UP EVERYWHERE.

LARGE LILACS, LITTLE BLUEBELLS,
WAFT ON SCENTED BREEZE,
AS IF TO SAY, COME OVER HERE,
AND TAKE A LOOK AT ME.

HER PATIENT HANDS HAVE TENDED,
FLOWER BED, AND GARDEN POTS,
ABUNDANT FLOWERS WITHIN THEM,
SEEM TO SAY, SHE LOVES US LOTS.

ALWAYS IN THE GARDEN,
ON A FINE DAY SHE WILL BE,
TYING UP ROSE BUSHES,
TENDING FLOWERS ON BENDED KNEE.

SHE PATS THEM WITH AFFECTION,
AS SHE CALLS THERE NAME TO ME,
AND KNOWS WHEN EACH WILL BLOSSOM,
BE IT SHRUB, OR LILAC TREE.

I SOMETIMES COME TO HELP HER,
AMIDST THE SCENTED POT POURRI,
AND HER EYES THEY FILL WITH GLADNESS,
WHEN WITH HER FLOWERS, SHE GOES TO BE.


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