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Post by eric on Feb 14, 2009 21:55:48 GMT
Well very soon I think we will enjoy that delightful flower,one of my favourites. a wild flower. but so beautiful It heralds springtime, so cheer up- i40.tinypic.com/25po7eq.jpg
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Post by tigger on Feb 21, 2009 16:56:46 GMT
They shine upon my table there, A constellation mimic sweet, No stars in Heaven could shine more fair, Nor Earth has beauty more complete; And on my table there they shine, And speak to me of things Divine.
In Heaven at first they grew, and when God could no fairer make them, He Did plant them by the ways of men For all the pure in heart to see, That each might shine upon its stem And be a light from Him to them.
They speak of things above my verse, Of thoughts no earthly language knows, That loftiest Bard could ne'er rehearse, Nor holiest prophet e'er disclose, Which God Himself no other way Than by a Primrose could convey.
Martha M. Simpson
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Post by eric on Feb 21, 2009 20:59:14 GMT
That poem Tigger was absolutly lovely: one of my favourite wild flowers: so simple, so small, yet such beauty.
I remember as kids we would out and pick them, some we gave to friends, but to be honest. most we sold at the door: 2d a bunch, and at times we picked some violets. but they were even more dainty to pick and sell. so we didn't bother too much.
But I just loved that poem.
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Post by tigger on Mar 4, 2009 12:56:26 GMT
I can remember years ago, my sister and i decided it would be good to pick and sell them. But that only lasted a day! just couldn't find enough! anyway i think they look much better on the Hedgerows. Have found another Poem by Robert Burns, Enjoy. Do you ask me, why I send you here The firstling of the infant year: This lovely native of the vale, That hangs so pensive and so pale? Look on its bending stalk, so weak. That, each way yielding, does not break, And see how aptly it reveals The doubts and fears a lover feels. Look on its leaves of yellow hue Bepearled thus with morning dew, And these will whisper in your ears: - ' The sweets of loves are washed with tears.'
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