Cornflower

A cornflower grew in my garden.

I love this poem about cornflowers by Cicely Mary Barker:

“‘Mid scarlet of poppies and gold of the corn,

In wide-spreading fields were the cornflowers born;

But now I look round me and what do I see?

That lilies and roses are neighbours to me!

There’s a beautiful lawn, there are borders and beds,

Where all kinds of flowers raise delicate heads;

For this is a garden, and here, a boy blue,

I live and am merry the whole summer through.

My blue is the blue that I always have worn,

And still I remember the poppies and corn.”