Everyone thought that plain Daisy was insane <br />She would sing and dance in the pouring rain <br />In summer, she touched the grass with her soles <br />She loved to feel green blades between her toes <br /> <br />In the morning, before the sun had risen inches <br />Daisy was mimicking the small-chirping finches <br />She was a spirited child who always had a smile <br />Maybe it was she, who knew what was worthwhile<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daisy-9/
