<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508337" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flower Gardener</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gas got me in the first World War,<br>And all my mates at rest are laid.<br>I felt I might survive them for<br>I am a gardener by trade.<br>My life is in the open air,<br>And kindly is the work I do,<br>Since flowers are my joy and care,<br> And comfort too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My flowers are a fairy sight,<br>Yes I'm an ugly, warped old man,<br>For I have lived in Fate's despite<br>A year beyond one's mortal span;<br>And owe my health no gentle toil<br>From dawn to dark, contented hours,<br>Of loving kinship with the soil,<br> A friend of flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dahlias are my pride today,<br>And many my creations be.<br>They're worth a fortune, people say,<br>But what does money mean to me?<br>Their glory is my rich reward,<br>And as their radiant heads they raise,<br>I dedicate them to the Lord,<br> With love and praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I grieve to think that sullen Powers<br>On bombs and guns their might depend;<br>If man had heart for growing flowers<br>Then would we all be friend and friend.<br>The glory of the world is his<br>Who seeks salvation in the sod,<br>And finds that golden sunshine is<br> The laugh of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508337" data-title="Flower Gardener de Robert William Service" data-description="Gas got me in the first World War, And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might survive them for I am a gardener by trade. My life is in the open air, And kindly is the work I do, Since flowers are my joy and care, And comfort too. My flow..."></div> </div> </div>

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