My GranGlo told me of the famous poem by Wordsworth, The Daffodils.
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.
These are certainly nice daffodils!
La-te-da, off I go to look at more flowers.
Nice ones!
A jee-it! A jet flew over the neighborhood, and I never fail to point out a jet.
You can see our cherry tree has flowers too. Hmmm, I guess it's bustin' out all over!
2 comments:
those sure are some pretty flowers there mr elliott. hope you the time and ....stop and smell the flowers!
tn bob
Dancing with the daffodils looks like some good fun! They are beautiful flowers. I love a bright yellow in the springtime.
-Uncle Kip
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