Winter has long since faded,
springtime has arrived
New grass is growing,
daffodils in bloom
But I'm waiting for the daisys
Wild rambling roses
under canopies of green
Violets peeking out
from under brown leaves
Still, I'm waiting for the daisys
Roses by the dozens---
long stems and red.
Carnations in green tissue
bought at the corner store.
But still, I'm waiting for the daisys
Driving home up the windy road,
wild summer daisys along the way.
With a smile you stop, collect a few
and bring them home to me.
Now I have my daisys!
Rabelais, (1495~~1553) wrote a catchy phrase in his "Works", book 1, ch. 10: "...hope to catch the larks, if e'er the sky should fall..." Sort of reminded me just how I'd like to end my life, as the ESCHATON (Time's last event) happens. Care to join me?? : : : :
ESCHATON
.....and I shall love thee
until the heavens fall;
and then ask thee:
"Join me??
Help me catch the stars....
......ALL ! ! ? ?
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !