DAFFODILS
I saw Christ nailed to a tree
In an East London churchyard
Weather-beaten from looking,
While the adjacent graveyard
Played host to a thousand
Sloping stone soldiers.
There, daffodils bunched together
And it made me wonder
Why the graveyard should display
Such a profusion of yellow
When the churchyard itself
Was barren of colour
My Writing Life 
This sets me wondering too Tom. There’s probably a prosaic reason, perhaps to be found in the minutes of the parish council, but your lines raise the question to a metaphysical level.
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You could be right, John, but personally I think the reason is the feeding was better in the graveyard!
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