Daffodils and daisies, favorite among all wild flowers <br />Dead autumn leaves, yet so alive in splendid colors. <br /> <br />Clouds always hovering, thick, gloomy and grey <br />Rain, stop! I’m bored. I want to go out and play. <br /> <br />The ice-cream man! Quick! Jump across the fence <br />Run across the street, it costs just twelve and a half pence. <br /> <br />Wandering about on the verdant fields a tiny little pony <br />Here are two sugar cubes for you, I’ll ride you when it’s a bit more sunny <br /> <br />A long trip taken on the train to spend a holiday <br />On a beach quite far off from home called Whitley Bay <br /> <br />Stolen goodies, much too tasty are the neighbors’ blackberries <br />Innocence written all over my face, hence rewarded with succulent cherries <br /> <br />On the playground at school trying to catch a stray frog <br />Or peering into the bushes by the side to have a glimpse of the sleeping hedgehog <br /> <br />A great big tree the little girl looked up to with small green apples laden <br />Too high to pluck them, searching on the ground for those not rotten <br /> <br />Summers always awaited, for the suns warmth and days so bright <br />Out in the playgrounds like a skylark almost ready for flight <br /> <br />Long lost playmates, Mark, Oliver, Jane, and Helen <br />A part of a wonderful life, those schooldays spent in Britain. <br /> <br />31.05.2009<br /><br />Bindu Vidyadhar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodil-days/
