It was a cold and dreary winter's morn
When that shy little orhan child was born
Unloved, unwanted and abandoned
By that brutal mother of a storm
She had no special beauty, no strength to face life's load
Then along came drunken Harvey
Swaying gently, tripped and fell
Saw a new life just beginning, and he named her Trixie Bell
The season was a killer
With it's rain and wind and snow
It took many souls to Heaven
Many more went down below
But the plucky little crater had grown bigger by the day
She had eaten up the tarmac as she fought to make her way
And she had a little secret, that no one else would know
She'd been adopted by brave Harvey
As he sought to make her glow
When the darker nights were over
And the Spring came shining through
People stopped to stare in wonder
At a sight that seemed so new
Instead of mud and grime and other useless ills
There was a pothole full of colour
From Harvey's golden Daffodils
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David Page: aka Harry Riley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow golden daffodils in a pit sounds so beautiful and i can picture the yellow beauties via your wonderful poem! Kudos!