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More poems about Flowers.
MY FAVOURITE FLOWER
Someone asked me the other day, what was my
favourite flower,
My mind wandered into fields of green then
in a garden bower,
Thousands of flowers danced in glee before
my enchanted eye,
Saw their beauty, grace and colours sweet
glide so slowly by.
The air was full of the fragrance that can
delight a soul,
Oh yes all sweet flowers can help make
one feel whole.
From the snowdrop pushing through the cold
earth, weak yet strong
To the tall tulip and daffodil , small primrose
to spring they belong,
With crocus and jonquil from all these I cannot
ever really choose
They all bring the joy of spring so to make one
special I refuse.
It is the same with warm summer with that blaze
of colour so fair
Far too mention to name as their many perfumes
waft the air.
Not even a rose stands out over the other blooms
that often grow
In a well tended garden, in fields or along a
wild hedgerow.
I cannot choose a favourite I love all of
them that I see,
Even the plague, the dandelion it is as pretty
as can be.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 February 2006