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THE LITTLE DAISY GIRL AND OTHER POEMS,
by Jacquelyn Hedge-Cheney and Roland Jon Cheney.
Copyright (C) 1989 by Roland Jon Cheney and Jacquelyn Hedge-Cheney. Copyright (C) 2003 by Roland and Jacquelyn Cheney.
Published in the United States of America in Southern California.
Entire poetic and lyrical content by Roland and Jacquelyn. Cover drawing by Jacquelyn Hedge-Cheney. Other art by Roland Cheney. Literary credits on last page.
Typesetting and layout by Between the Lines, San Diego, California. Printing, photo lab, and design by India Ink, 3623 India Street, San Diego, California 92103.
I.S.B.N. 0-9621283-0-9
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
The Poem. The Planet Primer. The Words of Living. Bubble. I Love the Lord Who's So Complete. Snow and Leaves. Satan's Taunt. One Tear. Eternity. A Special Man. The Girl of Light. Escape. The Little Daisy Girl. The Song of Carol. I'm Stuck On You Like Glue. Whispering August. The King James Red Letter Edition Holy Bible. The Boy with Sad Eyes. The One Who Knows Me So Well. The Girl in Long Stockings. The Psalm of Jacquelyn. An Everlasting Friend. My Rebate. It Just Takes Time. The Book. Why Is Sorrow Better Than Laughter? Bible-Chess. My Man, My Kitty, and Me.
CREDITS.
New addition: The Demons Burning Hiking Chant.
DEDICATION.
A Special Man is dedicated to Harvey Hedge, Jacquelyn's father, who, at a Father's Day picnic which Jacquelyn attended at the age of five, saved two other of his children from drowning in a pond in Kansas, but in doing so, was himself drowned. His photo appears on page 18.
Jacquelyn has also dedicated My Man, My Kittty, and Me to Roland, who has dedicated The Little Daisy Girl and The Psalm of Jacquelyn to her.
THE POEM.
I stopped to watch the world go past, And found a poem upon the grass. "Pick me up!" it called to me, In words of prose and poetry.
I picked it up and held it fast. "At last!" it cried, "At last, at last! A bosom close to hold to me, And share its store of misery."
My fingers clutched this simple toy, And spirit filled with boundless joy, As I observed the human race, Go past at such a frantic pace.
"Take me to the shining sea, That I may rhyme more prettily, And catch the muse of setting sun--" The poem begged, and made me run.
I hastened after sea and sun, But wondered where could be the fun, Of rhyming in a better way, Tomorrow than in yesterday.
"To the forest!" cried the poem, "I'll make you feel right at home!" But all I felt was just the breeze, As I collapsed beneath the trees.
"It's no use running anyhow," I said, "You rhyme no better now." "Then leave," it sighed, "me on the grass, To call to those who hurry past..."
THE PLANET PRIMER.
The Sun.
Blazing, burning, golden orb, Shines that others may absorb.
Mercury.
Freezing cold, seething blast, Spins but once, in orbit fast.
Venus.
Beauty, brighiness, hovering, Veiled in her torrid fling.
Earth--and the Moon.
One alive, the other void, Double, whirling planetoid.
Mars.
