This Poem was Submitted By: Floriana F. Hall On Date: 2001-03-20 22:55:08 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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It never seems like spring until The blooming of a daffodil -- A member of the family of lilies, Sometimes called a Daffy-down-dilly. This typically yellow flower Has a large trumpet-like cup, You may see them in a bower, Their delicate petals looking up. Or outside your front door Where their roots sprang from a bulb, And the majestic crowns of ancient lore Are a beauty to behold and love. You can almost hear their trumpets blaring When in the gentle breeze they sway, Their melodic blending prompts the sharing Of the harmony they bring to life each day.

Copyright © March 2001 Floriana F. Hall

Additional Notes:
Written at the request of a nun who loves daffodils. Published several times, Honorable Mention.

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