When bees hum in the linden tree
and roses bloom in cottage plots.
Along the brookside banks we see
the blue wild forget-me-nots.

Shy flowers that shun the prying eye -
content to let the daisy hold,
The glances of the passers-by -
with brazen stare of white and gold.

Forget-me-not!
From long ago it stirs the thought of happier days.
For memories like wildflowers grow -
along the heart's untrodden ways.

~by Patience Strong~

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The Forget Me Not are blooming in my garden and these lovely blue flowers are so wonderful to make a webset out of it.

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