We always sat upon the crisp lawn, surrounded
By scarlet roses and other beautiful blossoms,
But, the only precious petals we cared about
Were those of the delicate daisy.
Those carefree days when the sun beamed down,
Joining us, as we handmade our jewellery
And plucked brilliant white bouquets, flushed with fuchsia,
For the ladies we loved.
But, every September the Irish rain returned. This,
The longest bout so far, has seen us separated.
It warms my heart to think back, just know
The hope of lazy, flowered days still keeps me going.
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Back when the sun shone during an Irish Summer, I always spent my time making daisy chains in my Nan's front garden. Good times, thinking back always manages to cheer me up 
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Wonderful remonisce of somewhat innocent times when all was fresh and life had not bruised us ...an eggcellent write dear poet
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what a beautiful memory!! I always made clover chains. I used the daisies for doll food and medicine. lol Thanks for the wonderful memory. It's a great contest entry.
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I could smell the flowers you described here. Very sensual and lovely. You kept the theme running and created a visual which I could see myself enjoying.
its a sunny day today so this was fitting for the weather.
Joining us, as we handmade our jewellery
And plucked brilliant white bouquets
It sort of reminds me of when I was younger, in college - and would sit on the fields in between classes and braid jewelry and make daisy chains.
Yes, this is sweet
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This is great thanks 4 entering!
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"The hope of lazy, flowered days still keeps me going."
So soft and lyrical, poet! Wonderful!
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