(Ahem)
I joyfully run
through a vast field of daisies
my scissors pointed skyward!
Why am I running
with scissors, you ask?
Beats me...
I guess
I'm just reckless like that Report Abuse by Sptfyr The image you create in this poem is priceless and although the mother in me makes me cringe at the thought of anyone running with scissors, I understand the carefree recklessness that you write about. I really enjoyed this poem.