Yellow Primrose - A Tribute

Of all the gifts on Scotland's hills

The primrose is most fair

It stops the hiker in their tracks

And keeps them there to stare


At its kind form and beauty soft

I love it I confide

As deep among the heather blooms

It almost seems to hide


Like a young maid who may not know

That beauty's come her way

While others see her prettiness

And long with her to stay


So if you see that yellow bloom

When summer comes around

You'll know it is a precious thing

On Scotland's hills you've found.


  • Cheeky Missy

    Wow. This is a beautiful piece! I began to see the golden delicacy in my mind's eye half-buried out of sight and so precious. I really enjoyed this! I also like this metre very well!

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