The Gentlest of Gardeners...

The Gentlest of Gardeners…

Last week we said farewell to an elderly gentleman who’d achieved a great deal in his life in terms of his career but who’d always been happiest at home, working away at his easel, or pottering around out in his garden. He had taken very little from this world and he’d left behind lots of beauty in his paintings and his garden. This poem was really apt for him;

Poem; ‘The Gentle Gardener’ by Edgar Albert Guest

I’d like to leave but daffodils 
to mark my little way,
To leave but tulips red and white
behind me as I stray;
I’d like to pass away from earth
and feel I’d left behind
But roses and forget-me-nots
for all who come to find.

I’d like to sow the barren spots
with all the flowers of earth,
To leave a path where those who come
should find but gentle mirth;
And when at last I’m called upon
to join the heavenly throng
I’d like to feel along my way
I’d left no sign of wrong.

And yet our cares are many
and the hours of toil too few;
There is not time enough on earth
for all we’d like to do;
But, having lived and having toiled,
I’d like the world to find
Some little touch of beauty
that my soul had left behind.