Jack Horne Poet Nonet

Daffodils

Jack Horne


Picking twelve bunches of daffodils -
I knew they were her favourites -
I stood beneath catkin trees,
Listening to the chicks
Calling their parents,
Waiting for grubs.
Then she came,
And smiled…
Muah!


For Nonet me a spring kiss

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Elaine George March 21, 2011 at 8:38 AM Lovely indeed, Jack. Great entry. By-the-way , Cannon Lee is a fictional character, I made up. Elaine

Carolyn Devonshire March 20, 2011 at 10:39 AM Jack, daffodils have such a rare, delicate quality and I like the way the petals seem to hold a loving cup in the center. Your poem made me smile! I hope she appreciated the daffodils as much as I enjoyed this poem. Love, Carolyn

Gert W. Knop March 20, 2011 at 8:02 AM Nicely penned, Jack! Lovely daffodils! Best of luck in the contest!...Gert:)