Blackbirds gather, to take stock
and graze their wonderful crop of
sunflowers swaying in the wind.
With dark eye'd centers, and yellow flaps
used like solar pannels,
spreading outwards to catch all sunshine,
using this energy to grow as high as the sky.
These are the flowers of the sun,
sea's of bright gold as far as you can see,
all looking up as happy as can be.
Dave, this is a wonderful poem with a sweet n' quirky tang! Good on ya, mate! Esther : ]
So that's the correct name for sunflowers? I have just one, smiling into the sky lol well described Dave love L xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Dave, Sunflowers are one of my favourite flowers next to a Violet. All the best, Diane