Daffodils grew in a field that I once remember
but now it looks like a bleak field in November.
You could drive down the hill and see a yellow bed
but that was before the land went dead.
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What a wonderful poem of remembrance. In my mind, I can see this old field alight with the daffodils of its past. Very nostalgic write, Sylvia. You are very gifted. Love, Sandra
This is a subject that I feel very strongly about, we seem to be losing so much land all the time, when will nature reclaim it...who knows, but we should be more gentle with her Great one Sis Love duncan X