| Robert Frost (18741963). Mountain Interval. 1920. |
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| 20. A Girls Garden |
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| A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village | |
| Likes to tell how one spring | |
| When she was a girl on the farm, she did | |
| A childlike thing. | |
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| One day she asked her father | 5 |
| To give her a garden plot | |
| To plant and tend and reap herself, | |
| And he said, Why not? | |
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| In casting about for a corner | |
| He thought of an idle bit | 10 |
| Of walled-off ground where a shop had stood, | |
| And he said, Just it. | |
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| And he said, That ought to make you | |
| An ideal one-girl farm, | |
| And give you a chance to put some strength | 15 |
| On your slim-jim arm. | |
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| It was not enough of a garden, | |
| Her father said, to plough; | |
| So she had to work it all by hand, | |
| But she dont mind now. | 20 |
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| She wheeled the dung in the wheelbarrow | |
| Along a stretch of road; | |
| But she always ran away and left | |
| Her not-nice load. | |
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| And hid from anyone passing. | 25 |
| And then she begged the seed. | |
| She says she thinks she planted one | |
| Of all things but weed. | |
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| A hill each of potatoes, | |
| Radishes, lettuce, peas, | 30 |
| Tomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn, | |
| And even fruit trees | |
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| And yes, she has long mistrusted | |
| That a cider apple tree | |
| In bearing there to-day is hers, | 35 |
| Or at least may be. | |
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| Her crop was a miscellany | |
| When all was said and done, | |
| A little bit of everything, | |
| A great deal of none. | 40 |
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| Now when she sees in the village | |
| How village things go, | |
| Just when it seems to come in right, | |
| She says, I know! | |
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| Its as when I was a farmer | 45 |
| Oh, never by way of advice! | |
| And she never sins by telling the tale | |
| To the same person twice. | |
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