The rose is a pretentious creature,
Full of vanity and waxen sincerity,
It's beauteous image both
Trite and stale
With over worn words
Of love and fidelity;
But the daisy,
Though barren of magnificence,
Offers genuine smiles
And pretty thoughts,
And a sunny face on a storm tossed day.
It fills the heart
With hope and innocence,
And the blush of youth
From seasons past,
Making a small portion
Of day to day life
For a moment, honestly precious.
Lovely verses and a fine tribute to the unassuming daisy. The image you have chosen very effectively complements your subject matter. Love, peace, and best wishes to you, Rebecca,
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Did you really write this around 1990? Or am I mistaken.
Ron
That was long before I could smell the roses
or push up the daisies. Or write about them...