Today I partook of "the traveller's dower" noticing and enjoying the beauty of the wayside flowers on my way home. Enjoy William Allingham's poem.
Wayside Flowers
Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passer-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature's mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell's dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller's dower.
~ William Allingham
2017 Watching the sky above me and gathering storms |
2016 Finding joy in fall sunflowers |
2015 Cooking with our granddaughter |
2014 Watching birds feed of our sunflowers |
Grandma Snyder
© twosnydergirls 2018
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