rape seed with such abandon?
bump the scarecrow then you’d beg his pardon,
at such abundance revealed
inhaled the sweet odour of spring.
golden glory, oh Demeter she’d
Mayflies and butterflies would sing
My mother’s call I'd never heed
it came from the kitchen window.
Japanese they call it nanohana,
pick a bunch to give it to my Nanna
sun would wane and then i’d have to go.
carefree days of youth were full of joy
me of when I was a boy.