Friday, 12 August 2011

Down the road, afternoon.

Weeds are childhood cyphers: nettles to sting you, docks to rub on after, sorrel tastes of lemon and the plantains' ruffs are Mary Queen of Scots.  Raindrops are our diamonds...

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh this is lovely... I'll keep reminding myself that raindrops are really diamonds as they continue to fall constantly from the sky this Scottish summer

Lucy said...

Hi CGP, thanks for stopping by. Raindrops are our diamonds was an infant school hymn I remember. It captured my imagination when I was about 4!