Outside the Potter’s shop they grow
These trusty Daffodils
And clusters on the banks of Main
Strong in springtime chills
The Primrose Cousins, short yet sweet
They’re huddled in a garden neat
While Colt’s Foot Flower children play
Beside the ditch in scattered ways
There stands Sir Purple Crocus Cup
The grass grows quickly green
Robin bathes in Parking Lot
Puddle makes him splashy clean
Woodland Flowers, by the river
Winds that make the trees all shiver
Blushed pink Tulips in the park
Life chased away the winter stark
Twenty-something 