Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-08-03
Field Daisy Has Many
Friends Out in the
Open Fields
Daisy Tells Many Fascinating Secrets Of Her Life How Sh
Happened to Have Golden face-But
Jack Frost Is An Enemy.
BY Margaret McShans.

One day the sun shot golden balls
OF cleaning yellow light between
two dark, heavy clouds.
The gleam balls darted right into
the lap of Mother Nature, who was
holding a mass of flaky white will
o'-the- wiSps.
The will-o'the wisps Jumped for
the golden balls and danced with
them around the meadow.
Mother Nature saw how beauti-
tul they were together, and ex
claimed: My children, Golden
Balls and Will o the wisps, how
beautiful you are together! So
bright and smiling; you must live
with me on Mother Earth and you
must be called Field Daisy. For
your dress will call down the
green edge OF yender storm clouds,
through which you, Golden Balls,
passed on your way to earth, ano
you shall live always in open places,
product OF the Sun.
At these words, Golden Balls and
Will-o'- the-wisps danced more
saily around the meadows.
They stepped here and there; they
bowed and they nodded; now hiding
here and smiling there, and bobbing
unexpectedly up at will through the
glorious meadow grasses; all to
show Mother Nature how happy
they were to become members of
her large family.
What would YOU have US do,
Mother Nature said Golden Balls
and Will-o'the wisps, here on
earth?"
Your mission, my children, will
be to play and dance with all the
little folks at my Kingdom. and to
make them happy. Weave your
selves in Daisy chains at their will;
watc> them when they play in the
mee<,ws and by the brooks; gar
lane yourselves through their hair
and around their little bodies, and
in everyway be their guardians
when they come to play with you
beneath the Sun. In return they
will love you and will care for you"
"And now you know, little boys
and girls" said Daisy, why we
Daisies are always smiling and
dancing around the grasslands and
through the dclls. We were born so
and just cannot be otherwise; ard
we will dance and smile and be gay
as long as we live.
The Reception.
"Our home is everywhere, and it
is the rendezvous of all children,
Often it would seem we were hold
ing a reception, from the scores that
are gathered around US.
"All the little boys and girls pluck
US and carry us home in armfuls.
Oh, what a difference there is in
visitors to the field gardens Some
will not jerk us off our roots. but
pluck us gently. Some tramp or us
without mercy, and they will leave
US dying in the grass, without first
aid or a word of comfort; while
others take such care, and walk
softly through the fields, and will
even stop and lift our heads when
they find US lying victims of cruel
feet.
II am happy, because I belong to
the poorest little one who roams
beneath the arch of heaven. ana I
sling to the waysides and the paths
of the rich and poor alike; among
the high, and among the low. This
is the only way have of taking
your hand, as we walk side by side,
and to tell you without words OF
my love and dependence
The voices of children startled
Field Daisy. She ceased speaking,
and propped herself up against
clump of strong grasses and peered
over the top to watch them play.
Almost instantly, a low-hangng
cloud burst, and dropped its big
raindrops of a summers shower
right into her golden face, and
knocked her of her support, leaving
her drenched and bedaggled in the
grass. Struggle as she might, she
could not see the kiddies, and she
settled down. bemoanng her fate.
and wishing all possible ill luck to
the raindrops.
Daisy Wants to Die.
While thus she mourned and
sobbed, she heard skirnish
through the tall grasses
why, Field Daisy. why do you
weep, with the Sun, now, so bright
and high in the heavens?"
"Oh. Bunny Rabbit I thought
that must be you coming through
the grass. |, weep, Bunny, because
| am hurt. feel so badly, want
to die. and TO die right now"
ITO die Field Daisy You want
to die, when everybody loves you
so.
What would all the insects do
if you were to die. They love you
better than anyone else in the
meadow. You give them food, just
as Mother Nature feeds US. And
the katydid just told me II 5
morning early. as I was coming in
from ar al-night rambe. how
beautiful he thought you were and
how much he loved you and what
delicious bugs you give him from
your golden face, and you know
Field Daisy the wire-worms are 50