This week’s Poetry Please contributions come from Wilf Daniells.
As Daisies on the rubbish heap keep growing,
Faces turned toward the Sun
When dug unwanted from the lawn,
These Men, their life still flowing
Hoping that their turn will come,
Flower unseen, proud and forlorn
Out of sight, Out of the garden,
Not needed in the Master Plan.
Let’s go where the Bullace grows
In the countryside hedgerows
Find Bullace yellow, Bullace black
Just pick them all and bring them back
Blanch them soak them, strain the juice
Dump the pulp it has no use
Add spices, sugar, stir it right
Let it stand, so, through the night
Mix with yeast, all in a jug
Cover up to foil the Bug
That’s waiting in the air to shock
To vinegar what’s in the crock
Leave three weeks to ferment fast
Let it settle at the last
Then syphon off from drying yeast
And store in bottles for a feast
One year later we will find
Wine is mellow, smooth and kind
Now sip and taste and drink with me
And praise the lonely Bullace tree.
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