Before her is a meadow of rich herbage, covered with daisies.
But he threw me off his shoulders in a huff, among the daisies and the cyclamens.
But the Field of poppies and daisies begins to sway as under a gale.
All remembered the little brown hat with its wreath of daisies.
"There'll be daisies growing on her grave by this time," said Pete softly.
And she swished ...