Summers Leek

Lilly pads holding silly tads,

With a Frilly topaz shimmer, over an itty lowlands glimmer,

Sun clad horizon sitter, shaped by a cloud white slipper,

O’ grey Pebble-bed silhouette,

River Flowing and glowing, ever so wet,

Quick and never to fret, over bugs of the farms weep,

Where Waters creep,

Mountains so high, with feet so low,

Sky to the shallow,

Of the autumn Harrow,

Silver Carrot arrow,

Neither love nor nature so narrow,

Life so to live,

Crow, crow, crow.

Fly sprigs, and dry twigs,

Litter the land with sound.

Echoes of life should the sky and colour speak

Sweet variety of Summers leek,

tips to the mud and boulder of valley peak.

Arc to bridge growing spinach,

To edgeless fields where we finish,

Sprinkled dreams of summer,

With love of one another.

Wonder, Elegance and sorted spread of resplendence,

Given to the wild of the youths’ young relevance,

Crops of crisp valiance, dusk of the late afternoons dalliance.

Sleep by me, of sweet lives should we,

Love and so should we love to lead,

Love me, O’love me, forever and console me,

Princely, as firm as summers leek.