Daisy Time

by Marjorie Pickthal

See, the grass is full of stars,

Fallen in their brightness;

Hearts they have of shining gold,

Rays of shining whiteness.

Buttercups have honeyed hearts,

Bees they love the clover,

But I love the daisies' dance

All the meadow over.

Blow, O blow, you happy winds,

Singing summer's praises,

Up the field and down the field

A-dancing with the daisies.

I really like this poem a lot. I love daisies so I love this poem even more. There is even a rhyme scheme which allows the poem to flow better. The flowing of the poem adds to the flowing of the grass in the field I pictured when reading poem. Daisies, tall grasses, and other flowers moving back and forth in the wind. This poem is also good because Spring is approaching.