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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

Date: 5/18/2020 11:52:00 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
Date: 5/19/2020 5:34:00 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

Date: 5/24/2019 3:47:00 PM

A lovely flowery piece brilliantly penned Ann, Indeed so true about wildflowers, they are all flowers. Have a fab weekend, Gordon

Ann Gilmour
Date: 5/25/2019 3:24:00 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

Date: 5/22/2019 12:20:00 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
Date: 5/22/2019 1:29:00 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