Good Grief Gertrude, Not Flags!
(Reprinted from Sooner State Iris News, August 1971)
She walked into the garden
Like she knew just what was what.
She ooed and cooed, it was a treat
You knew she liked the lot.
Then she said, "Oh goodness sir,
I like these flags with lace."
"Flags" I screamed
But could say no more,
Just pitched forward on my face.
Garden Poetry
(Reprinted from Sooner State Iris News, September 1971)
Make my Heaven a Garden
With fragrance on the breeze,
And robins singing overhead,
And me upon my knees...
A bower of blossoms everywhere
With sunshine, bud and bee...
If there is no DIRT in Heaven,
It will not appeal to me!
~Fern Gildea~