The China Cup Poem by Paige Scott
The China Cup
A dainty cup and saucer grew upon a stem.
And pretty little ruffles adorned the both of them.
The China set was yellow and gently washed by rain—
Of course by April showers the cup is filled again.
China cup or Daffodil— which one I cannot tell—
But ‘tis first blossom of the spring –and that I know right well!
Fun read. Good analogy. Paige, you have a future as a writer. I like your works Jimmer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem is a little treasure. I can see a host of golden China Cups - you're up there with Wordsworth when it comes to splendid images of the Spring! S :)