Where Do I Live?

Daisy Peasblossom on May 22, 2009

Every now and then I am asked this question in comments. Here is my best answer.

Where do I live?
I will tell you, my gentle friends
Halfway between a four-leaf-clover
And the rainbow’s end.

I plant my seeds in fairy dust
I water them with dew
Every morning I behold a world
Made again brand new.

When I set my fingers to keyboard
I loose cares and fears germane
To this all to solid world of woe
And become a child again.

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Walter Holstad on May 22, 2009
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PR Mace on May 22, 2009
I loved it. My husband tells me sometimes I live in my own little world.
rutherfranc on May 22, 2009
fantasy world, right there in your house?
swatilohani on May 22, 2009
well crafted
M J katz on May 23, 2009
I love the childlike innocence that is felt throughout your verses. Carefree, airy, and eternally youthful…we might be trapped inside these aging bodies but we’re still young!
Christine Ramsay on May 23, 2009
I agree with Muriel. We might be gettiing older but we can still live in a world of fantasy.

Christine
kate smedley on May 23, 2009
The best place to live Daisy, lovely poem.
julianhw on May 23, 2009
Of course you do Daisy – there is no better place. Oh and a lovely read too!
Milton H Peebles III on May 23, 2009
Very Good! 5 StarS!

Take Care, DreamSweet and let Your Heart Shine
milty
Ken Bultman on May 23, 2009
What a wonderful place to live.
Lorelie Libetario on May 26, 2009
Beautifully said

Hi there!