7, THE FLOWERS ARE OUT
Spring has arrived the flowers are out. More to come, I have no doubt. An abundance of colour to brighten my day, the fragrance and blossom take my breath away.
Some flowers large, some are small. They look gracious against the wall. Some in a circle, some in a square, I love watching from my old garden chair.
Should I pick some, should I not, Or just enjoy them, then let them rot? Others will follow this I know. I planted more seeds to watch them grow.
The bee's will come and collect the pollen, especially from the Poppy's. These are the flowers we grow for the fallen. Rest in peace we all say. Thankyou all for the price you paid.
Spring has arrived the flowers are out. More to come, I have no doubt. An abundance of colour to brighten my day, the fragrance and blossom take my breath away.
Some flowers large, some are small. They look gracious against the wall. Some in a circle, some in a square, I love watching from my old garden chair.
Should I pick some, should I not, Or just enjoy them, then let them rot? Others will follow this I know. I planted more seeds to watch them grow.
The bee's will come and collect the pollen, especially from the Poppy's. These are the flowers we grow for the fallen. Rest in peace we all say. Thankyou all for the price you paid.