Flowers. - Poem by Bernard Shaw
A window box full of flowers,
They are such a lovely treat.
I gaze at them for hours,
For they are extra sweet.
I bought young plants from a gardening store.
And planted them close together,
Now they grow more and more,
They are out in every weather.
Some are white some are blue,
Others with colours galore,
Most will see the summer through,
Not one will be a bore.
People on the street stop to have a look,
I hear comments of heartfelt pleasure.
My flowers are better than a book,
In fact they are my one great treasure.
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