Is there anything more glorious than the month of May
When, shaking off her slumber nature stands so tall
Darkness receding, conquered by ever-lengthening day
And the sun softly smiling, shines down upon us all
Pretty borders full of colour and the sweet chortle of song
Ragged robin, buttercups, daisies, forget-me-nots
Skipping gently in the breeze as it shunts along,
Rustling leaves and hustling trees from roots-to-tops
Granny bonnets gently sway, and pretty tulips nod
The lightest scent of lilac, drifts across the lawn
Freshly cut grass, peas swelling, filling out each pod
And drying in the woodstore, logs freshly sawn
If only I could bottle this and keep it close at hand
It would be so marvellous, if on any given day
I could sniff the floral scent of perfumes from the land,
And enjoy another day in this glorious month of May
lovely…oh, how nice it would be to go out w/ friends.
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Congratulations, Jennie! Nicely done 🙂
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