Lucy's Garden

Lucy’s Garden
By: Casey Allison Crumby

In Lucy’s Garden you might say
It’s quite beautiful on a summer’s day

With the dandelions and Queen Anne’s lace
Poppies and lilies and the sunflower’s face

The lovely camellias and pretty bluebells
Keep sweet flower secrets they’ll never dare to tell

Bright green ivy winds around the tall white picket fence
That Lucy put around her garden, it makes perfect sense!

For the sheepdogs and passersby must be kept at a distance
At Lucy’s strong and protective but proper insistence

What would become of Lucy’s Garden should something invade?
Only rain and Lucy shall come into this garden, and perhaps a bit of shade!

For the baby’s breath and sweet pea must be left to grow
And bathe in rich sunlight until the winter’s snow

But for now, a happy garden sings to vast blue skies
Hymns of glory and praise for all of time’s July’s

Someone speaks, can it be Lucy, do you suppose?
No, listen! The daisies are whispering to the red rose!

All the lilies and gardenias are happily chatting
As the sun shines down on the poppies laughing

The garden sways in sweet repose
As winds from the west begin to blow

Dancing, dancing the dandelions swirl
Like a pink dancing ballerina girl

But soon something stirs away in the trees
It is certainly not Lucy or the light summer breeze

Something is coming, the garden knows
And all the flowers’ petals begin to close

The gardenias and orchids have become shy
As a troublesome butterfly and bee come to pass by

Bouncing by the stone birdbath as they come for a drink
Bobbing along by the Forget-me-nots so pretty and pink

I think they’d rather drink from honeysuckles, don’t you think?
The butterfly and bee wonder if they have something sweet to drink!

But the honeysuckles have hugged close to their vines
And plumosa, zinnias, and dahlias have closely intertwined

So the butterfly and bee carry on to the next place
Without a drink and without a trace

When all is clear and have come to pass
The marigolds emerge from their hiding finally, at last

One by one the flowers open and peek
As they still slink down, ever so meek

Then all the flowers begin to rise to see
That trouble is gone, as the Amaryllis decrees

All is safe to raise and sway
In soft west winds from far away

The Bells of Ireland, the Iris, and the Daffodil
The Mums and Wisteria resume all until

The trees begin to rustle in the coming of the night
As flowers yawn and grow tired at the fading of summer’s light

The Water Lilies and Snapdragons, and Hyacinth dream
Of soft moonlight and twinkling stars, a most beautiful scene

The Heather and Clover and Buttercups and Carnations
Fall fast asleep without much temptation

For the flowers are tired from today and must get their rest
To enjoy tomorrow’s things with which they’ve been blessed

Like beauty and friendship, warmth and laughter
That they can enjoy forever after

Though they sleep, there is always another dawn
When the sun rises to remind us of things not too far gone

So if you happen upon Lucy’s Garden someday
Mind the flowers, they are very shy, and may hide away

They’ll, as they often do, grow quiet and hide
And when all has passed, they rise towards the sky

And if you listen closely, you might hear them say
“Yesterday in Lucy’s Garden was a marvelous day!”