The old orchard stands, neglected, Untouched by human hand, But, what a glorious picture Of Cherry-blossom and… Twixt each lovely blossom Blue-tits and finches flit, And, nearby, in a tall Fir, A watchful “Dove-pair” sit. There is a tall green-lime tree, And in its branches, shade, The lowly little Bluebell, Brightens up the glade. ’Tho Man may be neglectful, How grateful he should be, That all of Nature’s Wonders Go on unceasingly!
“Roseangle” – Dundee
Greta M. Sears