I loved to pick daisies.
They grew wild in my yard
out back and along a path
where I played,
picking the prettiest ones
for my mama.
Each little flower seemed
to call to me
and I followed their voices
down the path to the little creek.
One day, I saw the best daisy
up on the railroad tracks.
I slipped across the creek
and climbed the bank.
They found that daisy
in my hand
and its said, the little flower
never faded.
I still carry it today,
but I always frighten
little children away
from the railroad tracks
where I once played.
Linda L. Creech
From Whispering Creek by Linda L. Creech
copyrighted 2000
They grew wild in my yard
out back and along a path
where I played,
picking the prettiest ones
for my mama.
Each little flower seemed
to call to me
and I followed their voices
down the path to the little creek.
One day, I saw the best daisy
up on the railroad tracks.
I slipped across the creek
and climbed the bank.
They found that daisy
in my hand
and its said, the little flower
never faded.
I still carry it today,
but I always frighten
little children away
from the railroad tracks
where I once played.
Linda L. Creech
From Whispering Creek by Linda L. Creech
copyrighted 2000
Keep Your Angel
On Your Shoulder, Sig

On Your Shoulder, Sig

