The spring gardens are full of golden hue
All shining bright under skies of blue
The groups of deep gold, yellow and white
Daffodils and narcissi looking just right
They all look splendid there in the sun
All the gardens looking their best, bar one
At the end of the lane by the edge of the wood
Where once, long ago, a thatched cottage stood
Ah, but this garden is different, left all alone
Nature took over and claimed it for her own
The remains of a house, now just a shell
Overgrown footpaths and a weed covered well
Trees blocking most of the spring’s brilliant light
Grass growing everywhere just as it might
To most it is a waste, land left and neglected
But no, it is a place where nature’s respected
Take some time and look under the trees
See what grows there, it is certain to please
Not as big, colourful, showy or bright
But flowering away with all of its might
Our natural, dainty, wild daffodil
Few people now see it and some never will
All over our country they once grew
But now they need protection from me and you
When I was a child and we walked to the wood
I picked a bunch because in those days we could
I loved their outside creamy petals, like paper
The trumpet was pale gold and would slightly taper
The sword like leaves were a silvery green
There would be thousands growing down by the stream
The woods are now gone and the flowers too
Roads and houses now stand where they once grew
Author notes
Now we have our dark winter nights in the UK I like to think of spring and remember a plot of land that was left untouched for years. The flowers that grew there were special, always something all the year round if you looked close enough.
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What a splendid piece. Your rhyme is smooth and paints such a great image in my mind. Like a mini movie playing. It makes the cherubs smile. Just a lovely piece!
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Thank you so much for your kind comments.
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a lovely scene
... and the thoughts that you shared with this poem are so spot on with our diminishing landscapes. There's nothing that can compare with an old homestead where love once lived and plenty remains if one looks closely. joy
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Thank you Joy for taking the time to read and comment. I never have shown my writing to anyone other than some family members until I found AP and I still find it rather special that anyone bothers to stop by and read when there are so many here.
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So true about the changing times-
I used to go Bluebell picking when a child-no doubt the woods are built on too. Sad. Very ponderous write.
Good luck x
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Moonbumps
I have done most of this wrong, oh dear, more senior moments. The memories of childhood and the countryside then are so different to the present day and this is just in one lifetime, makes you wonder where it will all end under roads and buildings. Thank you for your comments, they do mean a great deal to me.
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