More Green Fingers

As the Chelsea Flower Show draws to a close, here is another little rhyme from Green Fingers by Reginald Arkell: Table Flowers When I select some special bloom To decorate my drawing room, I wonder, in my artless way, What all the other flowers say. Do lesser blossoms, which remain To face the sunshine and the rain, Reflect with envy and with pride Upon their fellow who has died? It may be so. And yet again, Perhaps they sorrow for the slain, And murmur, as I wander past: "Poor Emily has gone at last."