Treasure Island

William Henry Ogilvie

(21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)

A Little Bit of Garden


We need no crown or sceptre,
for now that it is spring,
just a little bit of garden-
and every man's a king!

A little breadth of border,
a little patch of grass,
above it all the April sky
where soft the south winds pass.

A spade and rake for comrades,
the smell of rain-wet mould,-
and every time we turn a clod
we turn a mint of gold.

A little bit of garden,
with daffodils a-swing,
and tulip-flowers whose crimson flags
are only flown for spring.

Shy blossoming primroses,
forget-me-nots of blue,
and here a blade and there a blade
of green things peeping through.

Who seeks for crown or sceptre
when every man's a ming
whose patch of cottage garden
has felt the feet of Spring!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 07, 2010

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