Sweet Flowers Of The Meadow.[ Natures Calling] - Poem by alan brown
The hills glisterned
Sparkling with delight
as the many flowers cascaded
down it's grassy bank.
Daffodils stood with their heads held high
above the chattering throng
While Poppy's bright red and cheerful
swayed in the light breeze.
As Cowslip's hid beneath their gaze.
Cornflower the colour of the morning Sun
fluttered above the Buttercups
of deep yellow and full of fun
Daisies white and many dotted the land
Giving way only to the Bluebels
who occupied the un-kept borders.
Rose-hip fought eagerly with the Thorn
as Holly covered the wooded edge.
Oak and Ash dedicated their lives
as they headed up towards the bright Summer sky.
Pine and Beech made dense efforts
to darken natures glory.
But the spectacle went on
bringing life to natures calling.
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