READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, March 11

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This week’s poem, called Snowdrops, is by Wilf Daniells

Not given to us but only lent

Little white heads so demurely bent

In winters’ cold so Heavenly sent

Peeping out from under the trees

Growing there sweetly, so to please

Down low in borders or in corners

And around graves to comfort mourners

Signs of the spring these early warner’s

Assurance, where there’s life there’s hope

Don’t go down the slippery slope

They show that someone does really care

So fight the good fight, do not despair

This time next year, snowdrops will be there

I trust we all will here remain

Loving the snowdrops once again