Jennie's Calendar, 1917

Garden Thoughts. Some of us are roses,     Some of us are weeds; All of us began in night,     Ugly little weeds. Some are gay and flaunting,     Some are pale and shy; All of us have roots in earth,     Faces to the sky. Some give joy in living,     Some give fragrance, dead; Thorns and spines and ugliness     May yield balm or bread. Twisted, seared, and stunted,     Radiant, sweet, and glad, Who shall say that one is "good",     And another "bad"?

Anna M. Wilson.