Recollections…

  A morning recollection… ‘Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother’s mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known And

Daisy, the poet’s darling

Contented they are in their lowly status Daisies spread joy to the beholder. Here are lines from three different poets on the simple, demure yet cheerful Daisies…A bed of daisies on a hill station brought back flowery memories of  Munnar days… smell of the fresh air, pine trees, evergreens, bird songs and cool weather.   Said