June 10, 2009
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Daisies
by Evaleen Stein
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.
Gorgeous. I do love nasturtiums...will you make a salad or something with them?
ReplyDeleteP R E T T Y! Popping in from SITS!
ReplyDeleteNIce and bright and happy. Much unlike my nasturtiums which are in shock from being transplanted and not adjusting so well. And for me that is frankly INSULTING. I have to go yell at my plants now. Bye!
ReplyDeleteThey look beautiful. I know they are edible but I've never been able to bring myself to eat one.
ReplyDeleteG O R G E O U S !
ReplyDeleteThose colors are so bright and striking!