Foxgloves And Buttercups Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
Foxgloves And Buttercups
These fine Welsh hills,
Before my eyes,
For there they lie,
Beneath bright skies,
Below them, I see fields that flow,
Filled with sweet buttercups,
Such soft yellow glow.
Foxgloves blow,
In the summer breeze,
Birds nest freely,
Amongst the trees,
All for the taking,
So fine to see,
Amongst these fine Welsh hills.
Jayne Louise Davies
The beauty and fragrance of Welsh hills come alive with your beautiful poem dear Jayne. Thanks....10
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The wonders of Nature are infinite, Jayne. Top