Daisies
in a small glass vase
picked
on a springtime walk.
How could I resist
such simplicity
and the memories.
Daisy Chains
Ruthie Walker
and me
in the greening time
picking daisies
in the spring grass
on the front field
split the stem
gently with a fingernail
and thread through the next flower
longer and longer
daisy chains
and dreaming
sunshine and whispy clouds
across blue blue skies
dew damp grass
and daisy chains..
just fourteen
Ruthie Walker
and me
making
dreams of what will be
It is cold and leafless here, Joan, your bright floral heading, this darling young lady making daisy chains, and the poem warmed my day.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Joan. I have happy memories of daisy chains too.
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