January 23, 2025
Dear Dan for your birthday:
The daisies are waving in the field
Each one perfectly formed
White and yellow and green.
Goodbye they say, goodbye.
We are leaving, leaving
As the wind rises and falls,
And waves of perfection
cross the hill,
Goodbye.
In the sun, bright they are and leaving.
On a hill the daisies.
The daisies are waving in the field.
Goodbye they say, goodbye.
One for the father,
Two for the mother,
Three for the elder,
Four for the brother,
Five for the younger.
While the wind blows and the
daisies bloom I will remember.
