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My Spirits Lift – a poem

Sitting aside the lake serene Bathing in glows of natures green A quiet place where I dare to dream In sunshine’s radiant dancing beams Here beauty bestows eternal gifts To heal the pain of grieving rifts In among the flowers sweet scented drift And joyful birdsong, my spirits lift.

Cow Parsley – a poem

Living on the edge, You are often passed by, But not overlooked, You are a gift in my eye. Your presence takes me back To summers gone by, To long country lanes And brilliant blue sky, Where your white foamy blooms Nodded in the breeze, Flower of the verge You are a sweet memory.

Ode to dandelions – a poem

Fields of golden flowers Natures herbal store A larder for the busy bee And more Shining in the sunlight Yellow rays a blooming Yet these wonder plants So quietly unassuming Persistently they strive Abundantly they thrive These blooms deemed weeds Are keeping us alive.