After being in the Hill Country 17 days, I love to come home and see what garden color is waiting to greet me. I will share it with you.
WHEN THE FLOWERS SO BEAUTIFUL
THE FATHER GAVE A NAME,
BACK CAME A LITTLE BLUE-EYED ONE
(ALL TIMIDLY IT CAME);
AND STANDING AT ITS FATHER'S FEET,
AND GAZING IN HIS FACE,
IT SAID, IN LOW AND TREMBLING TONES:
"DEAR GOD, THE NAME THOU GAVEST ME,
ALAS! I HAVE FORGOT."
KINDLY THE FATHER LOOKED HIM DOWN
AND SAID: "FORGET ME NOT" ANON