Eleanor’s azalea is in bloom
She planted it years before
She could see it, from her sitting room
Near her front door
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Aggie’s trees are growing strong
When I was I boy, she would scold me for climbing them
She would try to convince me that, doing this was wrong
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Norman’s Black-eyed Susans are about to pop open
He loved all flowers, and if you asked him he would tell
Of all his plants, garden and yard, over which he would cast his spell
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Hal’s roses are new to he, included, when he bought his place
They blossom now, brightening the day for all to see, an example of God’s grace
Hal is still here, he wrote this poem, roses and poem in a rat race
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All the others have gone now, they left this world to be free
But I say, they are still here with you and me, in memory and beauty, which we still can see
Eleanor’s azalea, Aggie’s trees and Norman’s Black-eyed Susans still shine and grow for we
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