Northern Michigan Garden Maintenance, Renovation & Design
6829 Herkner Road Traverse City, MI 49685
08 Mar 2012

Tulips: Edgar A. Guest

Tulips
By Edgar A Guest

The tulips are in bloom again,
As every passer-by can see –
A lovely sight of read and white
And bronze and purple pageantry.

Braver warriors of hope are they
Who nod and sway beneath the sun
And seem to say, “Let come what may,
Our duty here once more we’ve done.”

“We shall not see the roses bloom
Nor long outlive the breath of spring
But brave of heart we play our part,
Each one of us a lovely thing.

“What if in two brief weeks we pale
And to the changing season bow,
And row by row to death we go?
We have our share of glory now.

“Gaze on us, weary passer-by,
Enjoy our beauty while you may,
And like us give, the while you live,
Your utmost best to every day.”

08 Mar 2012

Restoration – Edgar A. Guest

We’re getting back our confidence! We’re coming out of gloom!
We’re working in the gardens where the flowers of summer bloom!
We’ve had our fit of dreading, and we’re on the road again
To the better days before us and the old-time faith in men.

We’re getting back our courage! We have struggled and we’ve failed.
We have seen our treasures vanish; we’ve been bitterly assailed;
But our heads are high this morning and in field and shop and mart
There is good old rugged honor, with the brave old fighting heart.

We’re getting back our mettle; you can sense it everywhere.
There’s a surging of the spirit ‘gainst the sweeping tide of care.
Now we’re done with dismal doubting, on the high road and the low
Men are working for the future with the faith of long ago.

08 Mar 2012

“Return” by Edgar A. Guest

Christmas Rose
Hellebores, otherwise known as Christmas Roses, love shade and often bloom in winter or early spring.

Return
written by: Edgar A Guest

The robins soon will call again,
And high upon the wall again
And up and down the window frames,

We’ll see the ivy creep.

It’s getting on to spring again.
The birds are on the wing again.
Old Mother Earth is yawning now

And stretching in her sleep.

The tulips red and white again
Will make a lovely sight again,
And in between the shrubbery

The daffodils will gleam.

The daisies soon will grow again
Wherever mortals go again
And flower and fern will grace the banks

Of every running stream.

The skies will soon be blue again.
The trees in garments new again
Will cast their shadows on the grass

Where little children play.

As April warms the earth again
The flowers will come to birth again
Like smiles that follow all our fears

When trouble fades away.