Occasionally, a great little work comes in my direction. This is the work of someone else. But I wouldn’t change a word.<\/p>\n
Jane’s Garden<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Quiet little songs she’d sing, to make a winter turn to spring Quiet little songs she’d sing, while surely summer followed spring Quiet songs, now sung no more, silence makes the heart grow sore Quiet little songs she sings, no more winter, sweet warm springs AES<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Occasionally, a great little work comes in my direction. This is the work of someone else. But I wouldn’t change a word.<\/p>\n Jane’s Garden<\/p>\n Quiet little songs she’d sing, to make a winter turn to spring Songs for bulbs, songs for seeds, sung to satisfy their needs Careful spacing, row on row, promised life to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-431","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-having-a-say","odd"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/431","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=431"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/431\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":432,"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/431\/revisions\/432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=431"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=431"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.tachras.com\/press\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=431"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSongs for bulbs, songs for seeds, sung to satisfy their needs
\nCareful spacing, row on row, promised life to make them grow
\nSinging softly while she’d toil, adding love to barren soil.<\/p>\n
\nSongs for sunshine, songs for showers, blooming forth a choir of flowers
\nHarmonic colours, row on row, scents now added to the show
\nSoftly sweet with rainbow praise, lending love to summer days.<\/p>\n
\nWhat hope now in muted hours, who will nurture next year’s flowers
\nWhere the singer? Where the love? Gone too soon to up above
\nQuiet now, her little song, bitter winter comes along.<\/p>\n
\nSongs of living, songs of knowing, love is needed for the growing
\nWatching tender sparks of life, devoted mother, loving wife
\nGardening yet, while gently bringing, joy to all things in her singing.<\/em><\/p>\n