Gathering Daisies

Gathering Daisies
 

I’d go to the field

I’d blow into the horn

Gathering daisies

With smiling faces

Till night becomes dawn

And the day is revealed

 

I never knew when it was born

Daisies are covered in dew

My feet will be wet

My feet will not sweat

Run silently through

The ripening corn

 


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