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.”