In Daisytown
Much has changed here
It's been so long
And it's so hard for me to remember
Remembering this or that
In Daisytown
The fairies could very well call it
a home of their own
If they wished to
Houses and barns have sprung up
The fields may be gone
But I remember them
The watery creeks still remains
And the flowers have grown
With the help of the Pennsylvania rain
Here in Daisytown
It's great to be back
Even for a few minutes
Even as the memories come rushing back to me
Opening and closing my eyes
Many things remain
But most importantly
The memories for me remain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem