Beneath the creepers daisies weep
Their time has come to enter sleep
Below they lie
They pray with doubt
Unsure what life is all about
They slowly wilt without the sun
No raindrops dripping from their tongues
While darkness swallows each new day
For no one pulled these weeds away.
November 29, 1990
Daisies on Parade
The daisies swaying to and fro
Dancing, diving, down below
Where once the ground was strung with weeds
The daisies popped there heads with ease.
Now Daisies marching on parade
In winds that whale
In storms that rage
They nod their little heads with pride
And stand together
Side by side.
December 13, 1992