The Jolly Meadow
Rambling through, the whispering weeds,
Crackling cowslip, scattering seeds.
Bumbling bees, beneath poplar trees,
Grumbling foxglove, sway in the breeze.
Ringing hare bells, making their sound,
Silth celandine, carpet the ground.
Pealing poppies, and talking trefoil,
Yabing yarrow, rise from the soil.
Bubbling buttercups, shouting shoots,
Dandelions with, their long tap roots.
Singing sorrel and Humming hemlock,
Tripping trefoil, and lady’s smock.
Yellow turrets of, tinkling toad flax,
With whistling vetch, in sun relax.
Swishing sweet peas, babbling blue bells,
Phonic primroses casting their spells.
Mumbling meadow sweet, waft the air,
Composing campanula, trumpets blare.
Roaring ragwort ,and hushed heartsease,
Grumpy grass pollen, makes you sneeze.
Singing nettles, hikery dicory dock,
Slowly wafting, white scented stock.
Rattled red clover, beneath the feet,
Cackling corn cockle, in fields of wheat.
Bountiful blue bells, and Monks Hood,
Murmuring mushrooms, hide in the wood.
Curious corn flowers, look amazed,
Cleaver clover, with daises dazed.
Copyright Andrew Rea March 2022
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