Mrs. Gordon's garden growsnot a radish nor a rose.Not a beet or blade of grassin the bed beside our class.Not a truffle. Not a tree.Not a pepper nor or pea.Not a pansy, peach or pear.No azaleas anywhere.Not a pumpkin, parsnip, plum,carrot or chrysanthemum.No forget-me-not or fig.Not a single sprout or twig.No carnations, cabbage, corn.Not a thistle, thatch or thorn.Not a berry. Not a bean.Nothing yet remotely green.Watering and sprinkling seeds,watching warily for weeds,Mrs. Gordon rakes and hoes.Still her garden never grows.But she doesn't seem to mind.That's the way it was designed.Mrs. Gordon's quite contentgardening upon cement.