The lane is deep, the bank is steep,
The tangled hedge is high;
And clinging, twisting, up I creep,
And climb towards the sky.
O Honeysuckle, mounting high!
O Woodbine, climbing to the sky!
The people in the lane below
Look up and see me there,
Where I my honey-trumpets blow,
Whose sweetness fills the air.
O Honeysuckle, waving there!
O Woodbine, scenting all the air!
_ Cicely Mary Barker -
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Wonderful the BW-photos and this poem!
AntwortenLöschenHave a good weekend, Elke
Lovely poem that goes perfectly with your photos.
AntwortenLöschenLove honeysuckle, although the variety I grow is native to my region and has no fragrance. Refreshing post with the lovely photos and sweet poem.
AntwortenLöschenHi! This is my first comment here so I just wanted to give a quick shout out and say I genuinely enjoy reading your blog posts. Can you recommend any other Beauty Write For Us blogs that go over the same topics? Thanks a ton!
AntwortenLöschenSo beautiful! I love all the detail in the flowers, and the shine on the berries.
AntwortenLöschen...lovely subject in black and white.
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