Veronica Ann Twells

(Groby, Leicestershire)

Maytime - Poem by Veronica Ann Twells

Winter is many months of the year
But now at last Maytime is here;
And birds sing from a leafy screen
In the trees and hedgerow freshly green;
And the wood-anemone is out in the shade,
With its blushing petals which too soon fade;
Once more the bracken is unfurling there,
And bluebells gently perfume the damp air.

Once more golden buttercups blow in the field,
And among the flowers young children kneel.
Once more wild chervil bedecks with white lace
Each grassy hollow and wayside place;
And the cuckoo calls across the land...
How welcome is its curious sound;
And how glad I am to see
Blossom appear upon the hawthorn tree.


Comments about Maytime by Veronica Ann Twells

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: winter, tree, children, green, flower, child



Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]