Glory, It's A Gorgeous-Glory Poem by Mark Heathcote

Gorgeous-glory, woodland margins in spring
each March springtide the marigolds arrive.
And woodpecker's knock and spring lambs are baaing.
And grasses are lush as bees leave their hive.
The worlds humming, wand-rushes start thrumming.
Back and forth, a wren flies to the ivy.
And dragonfly's wing comes drumming.
The wind's all crisp-fresh sparkly, and breathy
as stoats observed drink spring water
glory, it's a gorgeous glory this spring.
Gorgeous-glory a daffodils saucer
spring rabbits dancing on a hill gawping
till a boy, I come picking cowslips
and spring fresh mushrooms in my fingertips.