LIFE Poem: My Garden Speaks to Me, by Leslie Lippincott Hidley

My garden speaks to me
in birds that visit there:
The crows, and doves,
the hummingbirds
that stand still in the air.

She says, “O vivid green!”
And whispers, “wind through leaves.”
I strain to get her meaning
As I sit beneath the eaves.

Beginning in the nighttime,
Before it’s even dawn
She tells me of her day
Till the sun’s across the lawn.

She mentions the mosquitos
And the squirrels who’re planting oaks
She has a sense of humor
And she likes these little jokes.

There’s nothing wild about her
She’s very civilized
With geometric hedges,
She’s my spot of Versaille.

We both are fond of Order –
Hers is very stable
That’s more than I can do –
Admiring hers is what I’m able..