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Daisies for CarolIn the early morning while the dew is upon the earth, I leave upon my search for that special gift, not for roses do I wander nor for diamonds and pearls, but for that sweet flower my love most greatly adores. I walk the fields looking here and yon, past the old wooden fence posts that mark the farmer's fields, through the deep green forest and past the sparkling waterfalls, meandering past the crystal clear blue waters of the lake, searching for that one gift my Carol would cherish the most. At last I come upon an old path weeded long abandoned, and to my surprize there sits that special gift, for which I've diligently sought. In the fields by that path they sway in the gentle wind, with bright sunlight shining off their lovely little faces, white petals waving to me round bright yellow centers, just calling me name. Excitedly I go to where they sit smelling their wonderful scent, one by one I pluck them from the ground, thinking all the while I've found what my Carol loves best, as I gather them into my chest. Back up the worn trail I happily trod, past the lovely waters of the lake and over the softly rolling hills, barely acknowledging the waterfall nor taking time, to smell the sweetness of the piney air. Finally to the little farm house nestled in the hills I return, to find my lovely Carol sitting upon the porch singing sweetly, I see the lovely sparkle in her eyes, hear the joy in her voice when she calls my name. I quickly ramble up the steps of the porch, and upon bended knee offer my little gift, for which I searched so diligently, this lovely bouquet of daisies, I give to my sweet angelic Carol, to show her how much she means to me. Donavon Scott Vinson A poem about daisies,the favorite flower of my lovely Carol. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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