A little grey mouse twitched his whiskers Where, oh where are my brothers and sisters? Are they in the kitchen eating some crumbs? Are they in the garden nibbling on plums? Are they playing games in the garden shed? No, they’re tucked up warmly in their bed!
The glorious flowers of Spring in such an abundant display, inspired me to write this poem. Bright yellow blooms interspersed with orange and bright patches of cerise pink and fresh white, seemed to lift my soul. I couldn’t help feeling happy! This display of spring daisies happens on an annual basis on the west coast…