Iris

Iris, most beautiful flower
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Iris, most beautiful flower, Symbal of life, love and light; Found by the brook, and in the meadow, Or lofty, on arable height. You come in such glorious colours, In hues, the rainbow surpass; The chart of colour portrays you, In petal or veins of your class, You bloom with the first in Winter, With the last, in the Fall, you still show; You steal the full beauty of Springtime. With your fragrance and sharp colour glow. Your form and beauty of flower, An artist's desire of full worth; So Iris, we love you and crown you, MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER ON EARTH!
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Poem by Edith Buckner Edwards

Umbrellas

Umbrellas

Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,

Out of the rain to shelter himself.

Under the toadstool, sound asleep,

Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.

Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet

Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.

To the next shelter--maybe a mile!

Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.

Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.

Holding it over him, gaily he flew.

Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.

Soon woke the Dormouse--"Good gracious me!

"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.

--And that's how umbrellas first were invented.

Still Life