The nettle

Tall grows the nettle by the hedgeway side & bye the old barn end they shade the wall In sunshine nodding to the angry tide Of winds that winnows bye—these one & all Makes up the harmony of Spring—& all That passes feel a sudden love for flowers They look so green—& when the soft showers fall They grow so fast—Dock Burdocks Henbane—all Who loves not wild flowers bye the old stone wall Follow for…