The thirteenth century church of Snave
It's ancient chancel, tower and nave
All hidden away in a sacred enclave.
Protected by a guard of stately trees
Enfolded by a tracery of dappled leaves,
So first, in spring, the visitor sees:-
An avenue of daffodils
In yellow and emerald display,
Their frilly faces gleaming
In the warmth of sunshine rays,
Delicate lace of golden jewels
In a deep-grass trackway.
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