Poets write verses on flowers in spring
when skylarks ascend upon the wing,
but buttercups and daisies seem to be
an 'insignificant nonentity'.

These country flowers, so well we know
are nature's queens from the long ago,
waking at dawn... greeting the light,
and at evening glow, saying goodnight.

Yet, trampled upon by you and I,
and taken for granted by most passers by
suffering in silence ~ but nevertheless
they forgive us for our thoughtlessness!

'Buttercups and Daisies' is the song
that we recall from summers long gone;
without these petals, fields would bare,
they are part of our heritage, I do declare.

Joyce Hemsley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buttercups-and-daisies/