Meadows bedecked with white necklaced daisies,
Yellow faces to the sun,
Cheery flowers everyone.
Consider the buttercup yellow,
A quiet demure little fellow.
Never grown from gardeners seed,
Considered by many...just a weed
Fairy thimble....thistle too
a multitude of beautiful hues,
Hawthorn with its flowers of white
A beautiful wondourous sight.
The shy cowslip is also seen
Hanging its head through leaves of green,
Headlanda dotted with primrose pale,
Summer days are here again.
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