The Blackcountry Man

By brickmaker

A Host of Golden Daffodils

The Daffodils

I Wander'd 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.

William Wordsworth.

I always loved this poem when I was young and it hasn't changed as I got older.

I saw these at my friends farm today when I went to take the sunset, which was a none starter too many clouds.

If you want the whole poem Here it is.


Just in time for Mothers day just like I was a Kid.

Not a lot going on today.

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