Each side of the road covered in wild garlic around every turn I pass
Wonderful white flowers flourishing on either side there en masse
A winding avenue garlanded in wild garlic, low banks and verges alike
No palace garden could ever compete with that scene I passed on my bike
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem Margaret and they eat very well but keep them out of your garden they seed all over the place.