Seeds Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Seeds
Follow me
O magic one,
up to the wild,
green, verdant bank
where grows the tiny
sweet heart strawberries,
red and delicious,
and the perfume
of short legged violets
weighs the air.
We'll dance within
a ring of grasses
where no human
knows to go,
and the secret
that we thrive on
will be in the seeds
you sow.
Waf
This sure sounds, enchanting and lovely, delicious too. Can I join you too? Just kidding, but 'Ah, to be in England, now that Spring is here' Excellent poem, thank you.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 6:17:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Delicate secrecy.
Hi! Julia. Thanks for your critique. Sally.