Oh perfect flowers of sweet midsummer days.....
Like fairy lamps you light the garden bed
with tender ruby glow
Not any flowers that blow
before you light your fires no garden ever knew.
and bright the velvet vest.
excerpt from the poem~ Poppies
by John Russell Hayes
Is there anything more joyous to gaze upon then a field of wild poppies?
These were planted by the ladies of the wildflower committee of Fenwick Borough only a couple of years ago. There were also other fields of wildflowers that had not yet put on their full show. We caught these poppies just as they were peaking.
A sign with a gentle reminder stating;
"Please do not pick the flowers"
I wouldn't dare!!!!