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The Wildflowers of Pembrokeshire

I marvel At the rich colours In Springtime as I walk the lanes, Explore the woods and cliffs of Pembrokeshire. ‘Cliff clover’, The ‘sea pink’ or Thrift. Clumps of pink, colonising coasts. Sapphire blue Spring Squill studs the turf, Hugs the cliff tops of Pembrokeshire. Navelwort Clings to crevices In the collapsing dry-stone wall. Deepest blue, The sweet bluebell lake Lies quietly beneath the trees. Wild Garlic, Smells waft in the breeze, Each white flower, a cluster of stars. Glassy green Leaves and green flowers, Strong pungent celery like smell – Alexanders – the parsley of Alexandria. ‘Moon penny’ Or Oxeye Daisy – Proud white heads pepper the hedgerow. Carmine pink, Proud heads of Foxglove - A guard of honour lines the lane. What better Time and place to be, In stunning natural Pembrokeshire.

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Date: 2/8/2014 6:23:00 AM
- Makes me yearn for spring .... with all the beautiful flowers, smells and sunshine - Beautiful poem, Mike ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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