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By SLPlearning

It's a Secret

Every day in every way the flowers get lovelier. I took a walk in the garden this afternoon between the showers when this one fell at my feet. It has always amazed me that there are so many colours, shades, shapes and smells in the flowering plants we have. I suppose flowers are reflections of the fact that everything can be different but the same.

Was at the funeral of one of our learners' forum members today, it was a sudden and unexpected passing, so all the more unbelieveable for everyone. I think she might have liked this little poem, she was very fond of flowers.

The Flowers
by Robert Louis Stevenson

All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.

Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!

Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!

Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.

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