Buttercups

Buttercups are the rebels of the canal banks.

They dangle towards the water, like elite mountaineers, without ropes or fear.  They tantalise the ladybirds, and flaunt their yellow heads, under the noses of the caterpillars.

Sometimes the buttercups smile at the less brave flowers, who don’t wish to swing too near to the water, and they say, “it’s better over here where the action is”.

Buttercups are rock stars.

They swagger and they roll, and they rock and laugh, and live on the water’s edge. Buttercups don’t have pension plans, they don’t worry about tomorrow and they never grow old.  Buttercups lure and they sway again, and they dance all night long.  They are always on the road.