daisy chain

5-img_3604long gone warm summer days
on the village green
grass prickling my chubby bare legs
reaching for yet more daisies
for a chain that could reach the sky
one after another added to the endless length
and all that mattered was the careful task
make a hole
thread it through
make another
thread it through
until the sound of the bell
rung by the chosen child
clang clang clang proudly rung
and back into the cool shade of the classroom