Spring poems by Donna Harrison
Pink Blossom πΈ
A season of spring for some rain π§οΈ to pour on the leaves π.
It’s time π°οΈ to have green grass and daffodils πΌ to see such beauty in spring.
The colour of spring, of daffodils πΌ in the row on the green grass.
It seems dull to see daisies in the field of that park, all around you or me.
The tree π³, full of blossoms on that day in spring.
A rain π§οΈ of pink and white blossom, all in the park ποΈ.
Green Grass
It’s spring in the countryside of the park.
That green grass full of yellow π flowers πΈ.
To smell the scent of daffodils πΌ A flower πΊ that grows on the meadow.
It doesn’t seem bad on the path in the park.
See some bluebells as you walk on the path. Fresh air of wind π¨ on a spring day.
Daffodil and flowers
I saw a daffodil πΌ on the meadow of green grass on the hill.
As light beams onto a pink tulip flower π·.
They are many tulips π· like rainbows π on that hill.
Green grass, full of daisies everywhere you go on the path.
A lady called Sabrina pink, one of Bluebells.
She was so beautiful that she put bluebells in her hair.
Sabrina faded away, never to be π seen again.
All daffodils πΌ in a row.
About Donna
Donna Harrison is an interviewer for the Our Life Stories oral history project and a media contributor for United Response. She enjoys painting and doing other arts and crafts in her spare time. Donna says her faith is also very important to her.