The Daffodils in massed array
their yellow trumpets on display
are flaunting beauty shamelessly
. They see no need for modesty.
Their growing season all too brief.
‘Till time the ever present thief.
Robs them of their vitality
a crime of opportunity.
The early springtime beauty show
of yellow blooms which freely grow
along the verge of every road.
Natural beauty a la mode.
Some pass them by unseeingly.
For them I have no sympathy.
2-Apr-08
ivor or ivor.e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-look-for-m-lady-ernestine/
