We are in England
At the end of March
The daffodils
Have learned to dance
up and down back and forth
They haven’t really had a chance
To look demure and beautiful
As Wordsworth might have seen
Thrown about it’s such a shame
The golden and the green
And now the hail and stormy clouds
Bring coldness every day
The Tulips peering this way that way
A colourful display
Taking on the squally winds
It truly is a shame
So resplendent in their gowns
But rarely in the game
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.