I know of a buttercup with a story to tell <br />and I can honestly say there has never been a <br />story told so well. A pretty buttercup so wild and free <br />once made friends with an old oak tree but sadly the <br />tree was cut down and little Miss butercup wore a frown; <br />she still bows her head in the summer sun because she <br />feels sad about what was done. <br />She then lived next door to a tall fox glove and she thought <br />in her heart that he had fallen in love, because he sheltered her <br />from rain all summer long and in the wind and rain he is <br />so brave and strong. <br />Sadly the foxglove did not feel the same and the buttercups <br />heart was jilted again. <br />On into the meadows she moved once more hoping that life <br />would be better than before. It was here she met the Dandelion <br />a real good catch and now they live together on the farmers <br />cabbage patch.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-buttercup-tale/
