Daisies Poem by Phil Soar

They creep up on me when I've mown the lawn
A few days after, they appear at dawn
Bringing white and yellow to the green
After they had hidden from the scene

Leaving them alone is not an option
They duplicate and spread like a concoction
Something a witch had conjured at her leisure
Although it spites the lawn, it gives me pleasure

Until of course I have to mow again
The blades cutting the petals from their frame
They wait a few more days and rise once more
And THAT, my friend, is what Daisies are for