The Tulips Are Coming, The Tulips Are Coming Poem by J.B. LeBuert

Here come my dear tulips again.
The distinct spikes are starting to show.
I have to put on paper with pen,
To tell you what flowers I grow.

My favorites are the deep dark red;
They're scattered throughout the gardens.
I have some in every bed.
For this, I beg no pardons.

A hobby, a joy, a love so grand,
My gorgeous tulips will survive.
All winter I've thought and planned,
For the days when they'll arrive.

Soon there will be hundreds anew;
All over the grounds you'll see.
And I'd love to guide you through,
My many gardens - Just You and Me.

Just a quick walk through my place,
To stop and visit my flowers.
It will surely put a smile on your face;
And take only a couple of hours.