Ann Gilmour Poet Light Verse

The Sweetest Wild Flowers

Daisies and buttercups
are the sweetest wild flowers
reminding me of childhood
sat amongst them for hours
making necklets and chains 
so precious and unique
but sometimes they would shrivel
in the midday heat
such exquisite jewellery 
I would make for my dolls
for my friends 
for my family
and for me

Mum called them weeds
and encouraged my deeds
on those hot summer days
I sat ridding our lawn 
of daisies and buttercups 
the sweetest wild flowers
I would pick them for hours
until all were gone...

Written 21st May 2019

Contest Strand No 760
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE

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Sam Kauffman May 18, 2020 at 11:52 AM Such happy memories, Ann. We didn't realize they were weeds but saw them as treasures! Congratulations on your first place win. Ann Gilmour May 19, 2020 at 5:34 AM Thank you Sam for your lovely comments, for it is the childlike innocence that is so magical, sadly this only lasts a short time, but wow what memories it evokes. With kindest thoughts Ann xx

Gordon Mcconnell May 24, 2019 at 3:47 PM A lovely flowery piece brilliantly penned Ann, Indeed so true about wildflowers, they are all flowers. Have a fab weekend, Gordon Ann Gilmour May 25, 2019 at 3:24 AM Many thanks Gordon for your lovely comments I really appreciate your visit. I was inspired to write this after seeing an area of grass that was completely covered in buttercups and daisies and all those childhood memories came flooding back! Enjoy the weekend Gordon, with kindest thoughts Ann xx

Panagiota Romios May 22, 2019 at 12:20 AM Dear Ann, Oh, goodness! You just brought back memories I long forgot, Yes! Those great necklaces. Wonderful childhood, indeed. And your great poem captured it. I still don't think of them as weeds. ))) Panagiota in CA xx Ann Gilmour May 22, 2019 at 1:29 AM Thank you so much for your lovely visit Panagiota and so glad my poem stirred your childhood memories. I can never understand why folk call any wildflowers weeds, to me they are all beautiful and I always left them in my garden wherever they appeared! Kindest thoughts Ann xx