MY FAVOURITE FLOWERS
What is your favourite flower I was asked today?
I realized that for me that was very hard to say,
Beauty, shape or colour, simplicity and quiet grace,
Each season brings prizes to every smiling face.
Springtime with the struggling snowdrop gentle and fair,
The little stronger crocus growing her sweet grace to share,
The daffodil and tulip, the hyacinth, iris and forget-me- not,
Each one to brighten their own special chosen growing spot.
More flowers come as spring memories drift into my mind,
The fragrance and the colours would be very hard to find,
Especially after winter’s bleakness of cold snow so white,
A mixed bunch would be my favourite looking so bright.
Now summer is even harder to find a favourite flower
From the myriads growing through long summer hours,
Fragrance, shape, size and colour all blend so very well,
To single one out of the bunch would be hard to tell.
A rose garden is wonderful but so are all the others too,
And the wild flowers are magnificent covered in fresh dew,
No, I cannot pick a favourite from all the beauty I can see,
In the summer all the flowers are favourites don’t you see?
Fall causes another problem because I like all those as well
For every flower that grows in fall mingled with leaves that fell
All around them, mixing all the colours with each bold shade,
This season is hardest for me to choose a favourite I am afraid .
Winter comes and the gardens and fields are empty, cold and bare,
Yet in all the stores there are flowers are found about everywhere,
A large bright red poinsettia on a cloth of purest snowy white,
Is a picture of beauty and a scene that fills me with delight.
I have no favourite flowers, God made them for us all to see,
In my garden up above I want a real mixed colourful melody,
And any flower given me will be my favourite while alive,
Without the beauty the flowers it would be hard to survive.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 18 October 2004