"SHEILA’S
WORLD"
as defined by Cyrano
“The Iris”
I carus like wings, they flutter,
Petals in the sun.
R ivaling the gods, they mutter,
Dewey drips, they run.
I ncense wafting in the breeze
Luring all around.
S naring swarms of buzzing bees,
Pleased with what they’ve found.
 “The
Rose”
R eds and yellows, pink and white
Bursting bright with color.
O verwhelming all in sight,
Never growing duller.
S cents that take the breath away,
Permeate the air.
E nchanting all they meet each day,
Chasing every care.
“The Poppy”
P etals circled ‘round the stem,
In a magic ring.
O pal like, a living gem,
Cause hummingbirds to sing.
P erfume scents are everywhere,
Breezing to and fro’
P retending summer’s always here,
Has no place else to go.
Y oungsters plucking, as they near,
Poppies don’t mind, you know. . .
 “The
Lily”
L ong in stem, the lily grows,
Behold them in the field.
I n purest white, like driven snows
Their beauty will not yield.
L ovelier than Solomon,
Or so it's been revealed.
Y ears shall not, them, see undone
Those lilies of the field.
©2002
Cyrano
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