Beyond the Daffodil
The grassy meadow lies beyond the cheery daffodil
And calls the child to come and play upon the sloping
The child calls back, "I cannot come, for it is breakfast
Mother bids me come and eat warm scones with
In morning time, it calls again, "Please come to me
Come roll upon my leafy hill, and laugh along the way.
"But Mother says that I must go and learn my alphabet;
So, I can read, and write of those I haven't even met.
At noontime when the sun is hot, the cool, soft
"Can you come now and take your rest within my flowers
"For picnics now, I have no time, for Mother needs my aid
I go to her, to ease her chores, and act as her good maid.
In evening tide, the meadow calms and starts its peaceful
Alas, now comes the child there to walk the sturdy crest.
She looks to stars in darkened sky, from meadow's
And finally takes her leisure as chore time is complete.
"Why didn't you come when new the day and morning
time was here,
To sit and ponder dream on dream of where you'll go
Or rest upon my grassy palms, or sit among my flowers,
Why come now when darkness rules and fear threats come
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