The Daffodils in massed array
their yellow trumpets on display
are flaunting beauty shamelessly
. They see no need for modesty.
Their growing season all too brief.
‘Till time the ever present thief.
Robs them of their vitality
a crime of opportunity.
The early springtime beauty show
of yellow blooms which freely grow
along the verge of every road.
Natural beauty a la mode.
Some pass them by unseeingly.
For them I have no sympathy.
2-Apr-08
Glorious golden poem Ivor 'flaunting beauty shamelessly'. Joy spills from every word. You and Mr. Wordsworth make a jocund poetic pair. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A lovely poem Ivor, a pleasure to read! ! *10*! ! Best regards! Friend Thad
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Nor do I Ivor, they are such a feast for the eyes. Only today I saw a lovely vase of daffodils in my mother-in-laws house, double centred ones, they were such a picture of joy. Bless you again for another dedicated poem. I am totally spoilt by you. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX