Friday, 13 March 2009

And they all call it Britain

Crisp green the stems of daffodils
That brave in spring cold sun
Soft tender green the hawthorn buds
Unfurled with winter done
Bright green the fresh leaves on the limes
That verdant branches lace
Dark green the lily’s slender shoot
The moist earth piercing breaks

But greenest of all that is green
An island Earth did make
And they all call it Britain
Natures green estate


Egal Bohen



I, Like The View said...

this feels like spring to me - I so wish that it was evident here!


Egal Bohen said...


You are right

Spring is sprung!

(we just beat France at Rugby too !)