Gardener at Heart - Book One

The Purple Iris


Back there the grass is short where grownups walk,

But here it tops a little person’s head,

And when he goes around a big wild rock,

He finds a place that beckons him ahead:

Beyond he sees a vision, tall and true,

Both hidden and flamboyant in its wings,

All colored bright as if God’s crayons were new—

He never dreamed that Earth could hold such things—

He starts out toward it, struggling through the grass,

And struggling over stones and through the weeds,

Now closer, closer, closer, till at last

He’s made it, face to face with what he seeks—

    And now he reaches out to touch its face,

    And his is full of wonder and of grace.


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