Poem: English Daisies

english daisies
their stout heads fringed white and red
stuck up into the frigid wind
racing along the bank

the daisies don’t care
clinging to secure soil
and greeting the rising sun
tenacious yet tender

early, waiting for the daffodils
to catch up
and nod their heads along
with whatever proclamations
the english daisies boast
straight up to the barren sky