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Hillside, Narcissus – Promote Yourself


narcissis

There’s a grassy slope not far away 
Where thousands of Narcissus bloom, 
And I catch my breath, as I watch them sway
Tossing their sweet perfume.

Gaily they nod their dear little heads 
And smilingly welcome me,
As they spring up fresh from their winter beds,
Eager for company.

Their round white faces fair and clean 
Are purer than frost or snow,
And I thank the hands, tho’ now unseen; 
That planted them, long ago.
-NORA MC FARLANE 

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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