The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
'Mid
scarelt of poppies and gold of the corn, In wide-spreading fields were the Cornflowers born; But now I look round me, and what do I see? That lilies and roses are neighbors to me! There's a beautiful lawn, there are borders and beds, Where all kinds of flowers raise delicate heads; For this is a garden, and here, a Boy Blue, I live and am merry the whole summer through. My blue is the blue that I always have worn, And still I remember the poppies and corn. |