An Afternoon In The Golden Field

"I love buttercups as they shine in the golden sun...oh my!! don't they look like sheets of gold in the sun?"

Tossing in the breeze,

Shinning in the sun.

Bright heads of golden butter,

Dancing to wind.

Gleaming as they are in the field,

So nice, so bright.

Moving and grooving,

It is a flower, and not butter.

Sit and  let it bloom,

All around  my cottage.

Honeysuckle, lavender and primroses too,

But let it find it's way, 

To spread its glittering gold..

Oh buttercups grow, grow and grow.