Flowering Verges
Spare a thought for the verge
As you pass by on your way
You’ll find its often a colourful surge
Of wildflowers enhancing your day
Cushions of violets in blue and in white
Rosettes of primroses spangle the bank
Clusters of cowslips catching the light
And celandines grow up the flank.
Cushions of violets in blue and in white
Rosettes of primroses spangle the bank
Clusters of cowslips catching the light
And celandines grow up the flank.
The golden suns of dandelions
Their faces turned toward the sky
A sheet of shining buttercups
Reflect the sun as you go by
There’s cowparsley – the Queen Anne’s lace
That foams the edge along the hedge
There’s alkanet and comfrey bloom
And bluebells sway with slender grace
In billowing drifts moon daisies blow
Cascading down the embankment
In great glistening fields of snow
Rippled by rush of the trucks as they go
The fiery spikes of willow herb
Flames later on when summer’s here
And cranesbills cups of tender blue
That flowers all along the kerb
These flowers are free for all to see
And all of these by nature grown
Surely it must be a crime
If these are by the council mown...
If these are by the council mown...
thank you for this wonderful evocation of nature,s light show along the verges .And those pictures speak volumes . The council has just mown down the verges outside my village : they have switched off the lights . Pity they didn,t read your poem first !
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