June 28, 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.
I can just imagine relaxing in the yard and hearing the click-click-click of the sprinkler...
ReplyDeleteLovely garden!
ReplyDeleteFancy that, you were ahead of me at SITS today. Thought I'd check out your other sites. Are you sure you can't do cupcake parties in the Bay Area?
ReplyDeleteI saw you have a badge/button now and grabbed it up! It's hard to believe you need water in OR but I guess the summer gets dry up there too(?)
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