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An Old-fashioned Garden
by Ellis Parker ButlerStrange, is it not? She was making her garden,
Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day
Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons
Spreading the seeds in the old-fashioned way.
Just in the old fashioned way, too, our quarrel
Grew until, angrily, she set me free
Planting, indeed, bleeding hearts for the two of us,
Ordaining bachelor's buttons for me.
Envoi
Strange, was it not? But seeds planted in anger
Sour in the earth and, ere long, a decay
Withered the bleeding hearts, blighted the buttons,
And, we were wed, in the old-fashioned way.