Flower Song

Spring high, spring low, springtimes springs show.
   Cavorting lambs frolic in play.
   Fell farmers fearful of the snow,
   As shepherds, they know natures way.

   Springtime is soft when breezes blow.
   Snowdrops now fading day by day.
   Woodlands are bathed in evenings glow.
   Red sky at night, old wives will say.

   It's blossom time, spring flowers grow.
   This floral bounty will display
   All splendour where our rivers flow,
   On mountain side and seashores bay.

   Spring brings us Heaven, when lifes low.
   Our senses kissed, by it's bouquet.

   3/ 3/ 2015.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Gorelick Avatar
March 3, 2015 at 10:18 PM
YOur ending couplet is one of the best Ive read so far..well done. BG
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March 6, 2015 at 6:46 PM
Thankyou Barbara, i'm so sorry for the delay in replying to you. I have just joined poetry soup and i am finding things a little hectic at present I hope in time to get myself in the groove. I do appreciate you taking time to make a very nice comment on one of my poems.Thanking you so much George,
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March 3, 2015 at 6:38 AM
Very nice write. I am so ready for spring. Enjoyed this read this morning, we are expected another major snow storm tomorrow. Oh Spring where are you:) Hugs Janet
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March 6, 2015 at 6:52 PM
Hi Janet, it's so nice of you to give me a compliment on my poem.I hope the snow passed you by, if not just dream of spring. George.
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