Joyce Hemsley (22.9.28 / Portsmouth England)
We have seen the rapeseed yellow
beneath an azure sky.
We have seen the purple heather
and red admiral butterfly...
gazing o'er the distant hills
we see Wordworth's daffodils.
But where the floribunda grows
there is not one silver rose.
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