Hide in shadows from the sun
Lest misery comes back this way
Muttering of clouds undone
His dripping gamp, a wet foray
And marshy bank becomes a feud
Whilst he bestows his somber mood
Oh how we sigh and shiver thus
to hear his footfall crashing by
Why must a daffodil discuss
the mortal sounds of hue and cry
when all we want is peace and time
And marshy bank be left sublime.
every word.
Ron
Regis. 🙏🌳💚🌲🍁