I grow colorful, pretty poppies in springtime,
And in fall, my lovely chrysanthemums shine!
In my cheerful garden, I have only these two,
And some even emerge in exotic shades of blue.
Two very beautiful flowers, of such myriad colors,
Are pleasant obsession, with no need for others!
My mums are old-fashioned dark red, to fluffy pink,
And my poppies range from white, to black as ink.
A magnificent poem. My favorite lines: Two very beautiful flowers, of such myriad colors, Are pleasant obsession, with no need for others!
From poem to the picture and from picture to the poem 'Mums And Poppies' create a world of their own. The magic will stay on. Thanks.
My mum would really love this poem (and so would my poppy) !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful Evelyn Thank U for this share