THE PRIMROSE - a reprint

As Spring does its best to break through, here's a reminder of life renewed.

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Peeping from beneath the tree,

The lemon primrose spoke to me.

Winter's done, I heard it say,

Warmer days are on the way.

 

Mother Nature waits with glee,

The First Rose is my name, you see;

While other flowers stay in bed,

I welcome spring and show my head.

 

Then, with the golden daffodil,

I gild the countryside until

In turn, the other blooms appear,

Assured that summer's lease is near.

 

Peeping from beneath the tree,

I heard the primrose speak to me.

When nature lives her life anew,

You'll hear the primrose speak to you.

Primrosespring

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 20th Mar 2013 15:27

Nick -
"I talk to the trees
But they don't listen to me..." (ack.to Lerner & Loewe)
(Charles talks to his plants
By Royal Appointment) - tra-la-la-la-la-la......

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Nick Clifton

Wed 20th Mar 2013 12:54

Are you sure you want everyone to know that 'flowers' speak to you? And we should expect the same? Are you trying to say that Spring has sprung? Don't let the winter know you think it's dead, or else! ta muchly, Nick

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John Coopey

Sun 17th Mar 2013 19:41

You've not lost it, MC.
Faithful rhythm throughout. I appreciate the skill in managing the accent.
And dead easy to propagate - just shove a spade through them a few times.

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 17th Mar 2013 00:02

Thanks Larisa. Glad it gives you pleasure.

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Sat 16th Mar 2013 21:46

Beautiful poem! Love it.

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