A Child in a Garden

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.