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Daffodils


Daffodils in the Sun, Wye Mountain, AR-Photo:  Catherine Longbotham copyrighted
Yesterday, I went to the Wye Mountain Daffodil Festival to take some photos.  As I was taking photos I thought about a poem I memorized in 5th Grade.  Thanks to my fifth grade teacher and good friend, Mary Jane, who reminded me about the poem Daffodils by William Wordsworth. 
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.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 
William Wordsworth
Daffodils at Wye Mountain, AR-Photo:  Catherine Longbotham copyright



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