The UK has just had the wettest and storm laden winter since records began - thousands of our homes, business and farms have been, and still are devastated, many of them for the second time.
We are all waiting anxiously for Spring to arrive; and now it seems that it just might be coming.
Hydroponic Daffodils
Throughout the mournful months of cloud
bleak rains have drenched our sodden hills;
and yet, this Spring, we'll damply crowd
to worship half drowned daffodils.
They've dragged away the fallen trees
now gales have dwindled to a breeze.
By day, the flooded fields take shine
where swollen rivers had their way.
Whilst sodden sand-bags lurch in line,
to keep engulfing tides at bay.
No longer worth a second glance,
there's nowhere for our lambs to dance.
Each night, on television, they
show devastated homes - with glee.
They're somehow much too bright and gay,
to keep the victims company.
It seems they hardly spare a thought
for ruined lives such rain has brought.
Immersed, our soggy pastures lie.
No grass where once, in playful mood,
lambs frolicked to refresh our eye -
all lost. Submerged in solitude.
We wait 'til 'Some-Time's' sun fulfils
the promise of new daffodils.
First revision - thanks to Daniel for advice.
Throughout the mournful months of cloud bleak rains have drenched our sodden hills; and yet, this Spring, we'll damply crowd to worship half drowned daffodils. They've dragged away the fallen trees now gales have dwindled to a breeze. By day, the flooded fields take shine where swollen rivers had their way. Whilst steadfast sand-bags lurch in to keep engulfing tides at bay. No longer worth a second glance, there's nowhere for young lambs to dance. Each night, on television, they show devastated homes - with glee. They're somehow much too bright and gay, to keep the victims company. It seems they hardly spare a thought for ruined lives such rain has brought. Immersed, our soggy pastures lie. No grass where once, in playful mood, calves capered to refresh our eye, all lost! Submerged in solitude we'll wait, 'til 'some-time's' sun fulfils the promise of new daffodils.
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