Daisy'a gowned so very simple In a gingh...

Preserving Time.

Daisy's gowned so very simple
In a gingham trimmed with tulle
That each dimple seems the whimple
Of a raindrop in the pool,
And her bared arms show the trimmer
Her bewltching elbows' curves
As she stirs the fruit a-simmer
When she's putting up preserves.

As to oak tree clings the lichen
Cling my eyes unto the spot
When sweet Daisy queens the kitchen
And the kettle's steaming hot.
Spicy odors sweetly steal on
Sensitive olfactory nerves
Like a seaward breeze from Ceylon
When she's putting up preserves.

Sweet as any songster's chirrup,
Sweet as flowers brown bees loot;
Yea, she's sweet as e'en the slrup
She is pouring o'er the fruit!
And a veering heart she's captured
From past love's erratic swerves
Since she Iets me look enraptured
When she's putting up preserves.

--Roy Farrell Greene in Puck,