SUNDAY MUSE 211
A QUATRAIN FOR DAISY
Daisy was a strong lady
Who played a leading role
With Daisy’s determination
She always met her goal
She set her sights on victory
Winning never to lack
Daisy was the smart lady
Who kept the wind at her back.
SUNDAY MUSE 211
A QUATRAIN FOR DAISY
Daisy was a strong lady
Who played a leading role
With Daisy’s determination
She always met her goal
She set her sights on victory
Winning never to lack
Daisy was the smart lady
Who kept the wind at her back.
FRIDAY WRITINGS at Poets & Storytellers, and we're asked to consider our observations of the depressing news of our current times. At 88 years of age, I can hardly lead a march or run for office, but I can do my small part to spread a bit of cheer and kindness at any opportunity. I was reminded of this poem about a lady whose small act was to plant a rose bush and bring some beauty to her part of the world. Her thoughtfulness lingers on, and so might ours.
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MARY'S ROSES
Mary planted roses by the door
In that time so long ago
Through lace curtains at the window
She watched them bloom and grow.
Those days are long since gone
Faded into pages of the past
But still the roses vine and bloom
Each year as beautiful as the last.
The lace now hangs in tatters
The cottage vacant and still
The oaks still overlook it all
From their spot upon the hill.
Mary is but a memory
To those who loved her best
But still her roses vine and bloom
Since she’s been laid to rest.
So we, too, leave a legacy
In small things we have done
And we leave a gossamer footprint
That lingers after we have gone.