Poem by Rudyard Kipling

"The Glory of the Garden" 

Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, 

Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, 

With statues on terraces the and peacocks strutting by; 

But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.

 

For where the thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall, 

You will find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all; 

The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the tanks, 

The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks.

 

And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, 

And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows; 

But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam, 

For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come.  


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