In Praise Of Lilacs Poem by June Stepansky

We had no flowers
on our block when I was six;
Just one small plot of fenced
and well-defended grass,
and wild and rambling sunflowers
in the empty field behind the house.

But on the way to school
along untended walls
as if by chance
some Lilacs grew.


My life was filled with jump ropes
grown-ups, cats, playmates, marbles.

Then on the way to school one day
I found the fragrance and the color
and the magic of Lilacs,
and my world enlarged
and changed.