The House Right by the Mill
There once was a daisy on whom the spring sun shone,
Resting upon the newly grown grass,
Once dreamt a thought, a dream so wild.
Day by day, this dream would not pass.
It dreamt to rest inside the vase,
Lying upon the windowsill.
It dreamt to be a centerpiece
In the house right by the mill.
“No way!” said the tulip.
“Impossible!” said the rose.
No matter to the daisy;
They were all his foes.
It struggled and pulled
To finally break loose
From its stem chained to earth.
Then along came a goose.
“Why must you struggle so?”
“My dream I must fulfill,
My dream to be a centerpiece
In the house right by the mill.”
“The fate that awaits you,” the goose spoke,
“Will lead to your demise.
Many are not willing
To make that sacrifice.”
The daisy, for a moment, pondered
Should or not it leave?
For this is not the paradise
In his mind he did conceive.
Yet it was brave and valiant;
No coward one shall see;
Its expression was with hope,
A strong personality.
“Still, you shall take me nigh,
Whether at your will,
To help me be a centerpiece
In the house right by the mill.”
Without a word, the goose returned
To the task at hand,
To break it from its rusty chains
Bounding it to the land.
A piercing cry of pain rang out
Throughout the luscious green;
Yet, a brave face it forged
When it was to be seen.
The goose ran off toward the house,
The daisy in his beak,
To help his new friend reach its dream,
Who now was starting to feel weak.
A feeling of glory swept through the daisy
And reached the proud goose, too;
Adventure was only starting now,
A luxurious life anew.
He ran and ran and didn’t stop,
Trampling daffodils,
To make his friend a centerpiece
In the house right by the mill.
He dashed right through the sprinkler heads,
Avoiding garden snakes,
Splashing through the clear puddles,
Hopping over rakes.
He dropped the daisy on the porch
And knocked right on the door.
“Farewell, my friend,” he said with woe,
“Until we meet once more.”
A cheery, old woman came out of the house,
Glanced at the ground, and gave a big smile.
Already, the daisy certainly knew
That the journey had been worthwhile.
She picked it up and walked inside
Straight to the dining room,
Placed it in a vase on the windowsill,
But a bad feeling seemed to loom.
It missed its friends and family
And how the soft grass sways.
It all seemed too distant,
So very far away.
