Softly I trod on the dew kissed ground
on a beautiful sunny morning,
I went for a stroll in the field beyond
just as the day was dawning.

There in a ditch in the hollow
amidst grass with long tough blades,
some yellow cowslips intertwine
and a sweetbriar branch cascades.

The earth ploughed and left to fallow
for planting time next season,
but poppies grew where seeds did blow
for mother nature had her reason.

Poppies are there to remember
the men that fought in the war,
who perished for our freedom
pain and heartache that they bore.

Cowslips and sweet briar jewels
more precious than any I know,
A gift for us that are living
to accept and enjoy them so

I stopped for a moment to think
how lucky we are to be free,
and to enjoy the delights of nature
that`s surrounding you and me .