Wednesday, 24 August 2011

The Gardener by Robert louis Stevenson

I love Robert Louis Stevenson's poems.My favourite one is "The Gardener".It is from 'A Child's Garden of Verses'.It is about a gardener who doesn't like to talk.My favourite lines are:
"O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indian wars with me!"

You can read the poem here:


The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes me keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.

Away behind the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig
Old and serious, brown and big.

He digs the flowers, green, red and blue,
Nor wishes to be spoken to.
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,
And never seems to want to play.

Silly gardener! summer goes,
And winter comes with pinching toes,
When in the garden bare and brown
You must lay your barrow down.

Well now, and while the summer stays
To profit by these garden days
O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indian wars with me!

Other poems I like from 'A Child's Garden of Verses' are Where go the boats, Time to Rise, Bed in Summer and My Shadow..

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