A Child in a Garden
by Ethel Romig Fuller
Once I had just half an hour
To frolic by myself;
Presto! By a lilac bush
I changed into an elf.
I whispered to a ladybird,
"I really am a child!"
But the disbelieving thing
Shrugged its wings and smiled.
A dusty bumblebee and I
Robbed the honey crocks
Of the Canterbury bells
And the hollyhocks.
And beneath a pansy plant-
A place no grown-up knows-
I pirouetted with an ant
On my elfin toes.
Then down the spice-pink bordered path
Mother came for me;
The elf became a little girl
Ready for her tea.
Now wouldn't you just love to be this little girl and
frolic in the garden?
Photos taken at Washington Park Rose Gardens
yesterday morning. I was trying to find the roses most
closely in color to purples. A very fascinating search.
