The Little Daisy Girl and Other Poems — Background and Themes

There was a little girl, Who longed to be a flower, So she teased her golden curl, As she wished it by the hour.

One day her limbs began to shrivel, And her clothes to all unravel, Hair transformed to golden petals, As her roots dug in the gravel.

"This is simply quite amazing, Here I stand within the sod, As a waving yellow daisy, Who no more shall ever plod.

"Of fate or God am I the seed, So bright and pretty and gay? Or of Satan, such a weed? I pray not!" she had to say.

Soon a bee began to hover, As it kissed her pretty face. What a happy little lover, On its singing wings of lace.

Then came a caterpillar, Chewing all her leaves to shreds, Leaving her to wilter, Down among the flowerbeds.

So the sun began to burn, Upon her golden yellow spray, But she found she could not turn, Instead to face the other way.

In one day did she grow old, Whisper dry and all alone, Bowed in age, frail and cold, Like a poor, tired, nodding crone.

Happy was she as a child, Gayer still a simple flower, Now she's buried in the wild, With pretty daisies for her bower.

Sing to me the Song of Carol, Brightest ribbons in a breeze, Dancing bannerettes. A fair! All Snapping colors midst the trees.

Such wonder that the day denies, In tinted white with blue between. Reflected spell, bound in the eyes, No summer, scudded cloudy scene.

Oh land of crook and silver brook, Of shadow dank and mossy bank, Restore what she before forsook, Where plundered stones asunder sank.

From the mire will come no spire, Long forgotten this old castle. Fawn and fish, and swan's desire, Wistful leap from thistled tassel.

So may in dreams come what seems neigh, The plunder of your wonder years, And to the sky your prayers fly, To banish all your early fears.

Now with your friends the fair begins, The lost, the lonely, silent few, To heal hearts and help amends, And help their lives to start anew.

I'M STUCK ON YOU LIKE GLUE.

Sometimes it hurts so much that I know it could never come true, I wish you would notice me some day, Then I know it will soon pay, I'm stuck on you like glue and no one can pull me apart from you, Your personality makes me want to hold on... maybe like...super glue, I'm stuck on you like glue and no one can pull me apart from you, Ya...I'll still be stuck on you till you notice me some day...

August had three sisterns, Name of April, May, and June. When he came to slake his thirst, One would ladel him a spoon,

Of water. His three sisters, Knew the coming of the moon, But August in his whispers, Knew a joyful little tune,

The daughter, of his neighbor, Sang when she was all alone, And heard her at her labor, As he passed her way to home,

At dusk, the streaming vapors, In keening, Godly litany, Curling, cut their capers, In the forest by the sea,

Of which she sang, don't ask, shy Little August, knows the rune, For he will only sigh, and say, "Go ask April, May, or June."

THE KING JAMES RED LETTER EDITION HOLY BIBLE

For proof I fell 'neath my own spell, And feigned design of blinkered mind, The truth to tell I knew quite well, Though in deigned ink red purblind.

THE BOY WITH SAD EYES

The boy with sad eyes, Did not realize, That every kid in town, Could see his little frown.

The boy with no smile, Seemed to take awhile, To answer to his name, But answered just the same.

Deepset little smudges, Held no inner grudges, Just an emptiness, Nothing more, nothing less.

The boy with three diseases, Found a friend in Jesus, Before he died his eyes, Seemed so very wise.

THE ONE WHO KNOWS ME SO WELL

Some people think they know me so well, you see, They see me on the outside, but never on the inside. But I know Someone who knows me inside who doesn't care what I look like outside, That's the Lord for you...He's so complete. Sometimes I try to be perfect...HA HA. But I know it will never be till I reach that beautiful place in the sky someday...You'll see...

THE GIRL IN LONG STOCKINGS

The girl in long stockings, Had thick ones, with flockings, In patterns of diamonds, Ivy, and garlands,

Ivory, or claret, Like her favorite beret, Or aquamarene, Since she liked to be seen, In long stockings.