Poppy walk


Sunny morning,

Swifts soaring;

Dog rose scented air.

Maiden’s garlands,

wedding bells afar.

Harebells & summer fairs

Dancing campions,

Wild flower champion

The scarlet poppy!

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15 thoughts on “Poppy walk

    • That’s lovely to have that memory. When we lived in Scotland I can’t remember seeing cowparsley, dog roses or big white daisies. It was a wild space with soft muted colours in the countryside. I remember giant foliage in Cornwall, it felt tropical there! 🙂

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