Gingham Girls

The zinnias are gathered on my lawn;
The gingham girls in pinafores are neat
Are whispering low in voices soft and sweet
And reaching heavenward toward the sun;
They'll turn and follow it till day is done.
And if they could in summer free their feet,
I think they'd follow with a dancing beat
And sway and polka with fancy run.
Their pinafores would flutter in the breeze,
The pretty pinks, the reds, maroons,and blues.
The tangerine, the lilacs, and the rose ---
Their blooms would open, and they'd look so pleased
And nod at me to say, "How do you do?"
And I'd smile at the gingham girls' bright clothes.

~ Edna Staples