Ann Taylor

(30 January 1782 - 20 December 1866 / Colchester, England)

The Field Daisy - Poem by Ann Taylor

I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground,
And my stalk is cover'd flat
With a white and yellow hat.

Little Mary, when you pass
Lightly o'er the tender grass,
Skip about, but do not tread
On my bright but lowly head,
For I always seem to say,
"Surely winter's gone away."


Comments about The Field Daisy by Ann Taylor

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: winter, spring, green



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Report Error]