Gazing at the sunrise, as a new day breaks the dawn,

bleary eyes fixate towards the distant edge of my lawn.

The speckled common foxglove, sturdy, strong and tall,

a spike of colour backdropped by a grey, dry stone wall.

Lost deep in absent minded daydream, I begin to think,

if foxes wore gloves would they be purple, white or pink?

Early birds catch worms for hungr...

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Daffodils

As I walk my hour a day

A golden army line my way

Stood to attention tall and proud

Paraded together, a nodding crowd

Wild, strong and free they grow

Against stone walls and in hedgerow

Dancing and swaying in the breeze

Sheltering under the budding trees

A fanfare of trumpets, glowing bright

Dazzling rays in the spring sunlight

Elegant and ...

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Bluebell Woods

In the enchanted forest, far, far away

Rabbits dress in waistcoats and chat about their day

Fairies live in toadstools, deep in the wooded dell

They sing and dance to the chimes of the quivering bluebell

An Enid Blyton story, a fairy tale or dream

Or closer to the truth, than at first it would seem

Down in Bluebell Woods, which is not so far ...

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