Sight of daffodils is sheer poetry

I was driving up Station Road on Sunday, when all at once I came across a glorious, golden display of daffodils, shimmering in the sunlight.

The sight reminded me of Wordsworth’s famous poem, which starts :-

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,


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A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

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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.

Ian Davies

Magnolia Cottage

Sidmouth

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