Lupins

[Kenn]

Here I stand upright and tall.
Wrapped in gentle purple shawl.
Sometimes the blue I'll wear
With silver seed pods in my hair.

The edges of the mountain road I line,
Like a regiment of soldiers fine.
Elsewhere shy along the ditch I hide
But sill my beauty can be spied.

For a few weeks of the year.
You will see me far and near.
A blaze of colour in the sun,
Until my time is done.

But even as my petals fall.
My stem still stands up tall.
Until when white the frost.
I fall but am not lost.

Those silver pods once in my hair.
Have seeds blown I know not where.
So when all things to green do turn,
Look for my offspring by the burn.



For trinkie, hope it gives you happy memories

[Mother Bear]

Thats lovely Lizz, thanks for sharing ...and the honeysuckle one too, really nice.

[Sporran]

LIZZ, I think lupins are lovely too
Whether they be pink, purple or blue
They're a welcome sight whatever their hue!

Nice, descriptive poem, LIZZ!

[trinkie]

Wonderful Lizz - many thanks, I will put that one in my file and mark it 'special Lupin poem'
This excerise brought back many memories, particularly going north on the train, likely 40-50 years ago, when there were many derelict cottages all along the line. In the summertime the Lupins took over the old neglected garden and reverted back to the Blue which I love.
The little walled patch in front of the cottage would be filled to bursting point with the blue Lupins which made it look like a huge blue cushion - it was a most wonderful sight. I wondered if the woman of the house had planted Lupin seeds many years earlier, or had the seeds just blown in or even perhaps, dropped by a little bird......whatever it gave me great joy.


A Caithness garden is my delight
Lizz your poem got it just right
Honeysuckle,Lupins in morning light
I open my eyes to see such a sight.

Honeysuckle rambling o’er dry stone wall
Lupins standing straight and tall
The door wide open for one and all
A cup of tea for each who call.

On the table a vase of flowers
Gathered from the shady bowers
Where once we spent such happy hours
Free from the city and satanic towers.

Years go by but still we see
Such pictures of our youth so free
Tall blue Lupins so proud to be
In a garden still loved by you and by me.

Trinkie

[poppett]

My late brother in law was a lorry driver, mostly tarring the northern highways. He always collected Lupin seeds from his own garden, dried them in brown paper bags and took them out with him and scattered a few when he was stopped in a queue or on a break in a lay by.

We never see lupins without thinking about him..... I suppose lots of other folk have done this over the years and not just him.

Poems are lovely folks.

[Sporran]

Poppett, how thoughtful of your late brother-in-law, and what a lovely way to be reminded of him!

Trinkie, I like your poem too.