Picking or Pushing Daisies
Mar 10th, 2008 by Don Ray
by Don Ray Williams
March 10, 2008
You may consider me a little bit crazy.
But I really enjoy walking and picking up daisies.
Bright yellow and orange and white ones too,
When you find happy flowers, there is no way to feel blue.
Sometimes on my walk, a bunny I’ll see,
All furry and happy and bouncing with glee,
Or a bright green parrot, high up on a limb,
He has one eye on me and I have two eyes on him.
When the sky is clear and the sun is bright,
You can’t help but think, that all is alright.
And even when the rain appears,
It just cools the day and cleans the air.
So much to see. So much to do.
No time to waste for me (or you),
So while some might think me a little bit crazy,
I just remember that it is better to be picking, than pushing up daisies.
I was asked to publish the following link by one of my Panamanian readers, as a comment. She also included her idiomatic translation for English readers.
Blog: Del escritorio de Guillermo Urbizu
Entrada: Son ellos: los poetas
Vínculo: http://www.guillermourbizu.com/2007/12/son-ellos-los-poetas.html
Here is her translation of what you will find at that URL.
Thanks to the reader that sent this as an email.