Daisies

(Frank Dempster Sherman)

At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead.
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the night.

And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the moon will go.
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.

For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies,
She's picked them all
and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.

Hi Pam, beautiful flute playing. The music is a great background for you playing. I play a little bit of flute but more in the Afro Cuban genre.

Hi Pamela,
Looking forward to you event tomorrow :)
eileen

Hi Pamela, Interesting site! I've been trying to download some of my pics. but haven't been sucessful yet. This should be a fun place to explore! Thanks, Peace, Peggy

Boo......

Hi Pamela, Haven't been on-line for awhile. The pictures are older , I think Woody was still a puppy. I've been missing him lately. It was this time last year I let him go, so that may have something to do with it. Peace