In mid-year when the grass was thin
The buttercups would gild the fields
But when the hay was gathered in
Daisy-dust each swathe revealed.
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Beautiful poem Keith Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
The book of time reserves forever. Time recognizes flowers. Amazing poem is very well drafted and shared here.10
i 'had to' Google gild to check spelling; you are correct, of course. and tare to check definition; i'd heard of tare weight but didn't know about it meaning a certain plant. i believe i've figured out tide-mark neck, partly due to my youth's experience with butter cups. i also knew of daisy chains from years ago. and dandelion bracelets. EATING TIME HERE. the poem to MyPoemList. A very nice one. bri :)