Classic Poem

Do you like marigolds?
If you do
Then my garden is
Gay for you!

I've been cutting their
Fragrant stalks
Where they lean on
The garden walks.

The head's too heavy for
The brittle stem,
A careless touch and
You've broken them

Each one shines like a
Separate star
Set in some heaven where
Gardens are.

My hands smell of the
Herb-like scent,
Telling what garden
Way I went.

Pungent, vivid and
Strong, they stay
Long after Summer has
Gone away.

Do you like marigolds?
Here's a pledge
To meet the frost with
A golden edge —

To go as far as
A weak thing may
Linking to-morrow with