I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Wordsworth, verse 1
I gambled across an open scape,
the vales of Wales a beauty not to take.
A million foes became my friends
as floating by never make a mends.
Now I find myself wailing across the glens,
t’ards the ducks and glades; and then,
The geese doth rise amongs the ganders
I lent myself to a wonderous plounder
close my eyes, I start to wonder,
up and up through the air I rise,
far above and beyond the skies,
looking around, smelling the bluebells,
lavender, crocus, freshly cut grass.
I tilt my head back,
I take a deep breath,
all at once I am laying down,
back in my bed.
By me Hannah Brome. Inspired by Wordsworth Daffodils.