Wild Daisies
Wild Daisies
If you love me
Bring me flowers
Wild daisies
Clutched in your fist
Like a torch
No orchids or roses
Or carnations
No florist’s bow
Just daisies
Steal them
Risk your life for them
Up the sharp hills
In the teeth of the wind
If you love me
Bring me daisies
That I will cram
In a bright vase
And marvel at
Poem by Bub Bridger (Ngati Kahungunu), “Up Here on the Hill”, Mallinson Rendel, Wellington, 1989
Photo by Me
gorgeous photo- well done / lovely poem to accompany
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why thank you miri dunn 🙂 it’s exactly how I feel about them, too.
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I have always loved them – when I was a young girl I intended daisies for my wedding (which was going to take place IN a lake lol)
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Well, did you do it? miri dunn ?? because if you didn’t you can always have a do-over!
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nah – but maybe
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Do it miri dunn . I’ll be your flower girl. lol
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hahaha that would be cute
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😉
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