Ada Gibson, Grange Street, Clayton-le-Moors.

Sunflower, Sunflower,
Why look so sad
As you try and try
To reach up to the sky.

Your leaves swish about
Like the wings of a dove
If only the sun,
Would shine from above.

Yet I love you as you are
And when the time comes
As the cold winds do blow
Mother Nature will fold you
In a blanket of snow.