the daisy girl.

she's a wild one
ever since she was young
she's had a big heart.
a huge smile
showing crooked teeth
and red curls hanging
just past her shoulders.
she carries daisies with her
in her hair or in her pockets.
those yellow and white flowers
suit those red curls 
and her soft blue dresses
she's seen running through fields
collecting what others call weeds.
she sees beauty in the simplest of things.
i've watched her
and in so many years,
she's still the same.
she still runs through fields
and climbs trees.
in our little town,
she's know as the daisy girl.

[my imagination and me..we get carried away sometimes...]