Our copy, was purchased back in 1986 and is really starting to show its age. Fortunately, it is still in readable shape.
For today I've chosen a poem by one of the writers I had no prior knowledge of, Wilfrid Thorley. It appears that there's not a whole lot available on Thorley (1878-1963), as evidenced by the sparse entry in Wikipedia.
Buttercups
There must be fairy miners
Just underneath the mould,
Such wondrous quaint designers
Who live in caves of gold.
They take the shining metals
And beat them into shreds;
And mould them into petals,
To make the flowers' heads.
Sometimes they melt the flowers
To tiny seeds like pearls,
And store them up in bowers
For little boys and girls.
And still a tiny fan turns
Above a forge of gold,
To keep, with fairy lanterns,
The world from growing old.
How sweet is that? Please head over now to visit Tabatha Yeatts for the last Poetry Friday Round-Up of National Poetry Month. I guarantee you won't be disappointed!
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