Wild garlic

In canopies
Of tree lined splendour
The garlic wild
A child may be
Calling forth the solstice message
A truly healing reverie
It’s subtle scent
It’s glorious fervour
Adds splendour
To a Springtime jaunt
Dusted with a cool emotion
And a generous
Tree sprung haunt

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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