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Wordsworth in Lockdown ... Daffodils

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Nortsat Thu 14-May-20 18:22:19

A friend sent this to me, sadly without an attribution.

I wandered lonely as a cloud.
Two metres from the madding crowd,
When all at once my name was called
To enter Waitrose hallowed hall.
Now the pensioners' special hour,
I'd gone to buy a bag of flour.
But I forgot- when through the door,
What I had gone to Waitrose for,
The Waitrose staff are extra kind
I told them it had slipped my mind.
They asked what else I had forgot-
They clearly thought I'd lost the plot !
I phoned my wife at home to ask.
She helped me out with this special task,
" I need some flour to bake a cake
with all that cream you made me take"
" Ah yes of course " I had to lie
I dared not ask what flower to buy,
But then I saw them at the tills.....
A bunch of golden daffodils !

GabriellaG54 Thu 14-May-20 18:23:46

Magic.. 😀😂

lemongrove Thu 14-May-20 20:12:59

That’s really good Nortsat 😃 wonder who wrote it?

Nortsat Thu 14-May-20 21:56:53

Yes, lemongrove, it’s a shame we don’t have an attribution.

I think it was written for my partner and me ...

Nortsat Fri 15-May-20 10:35:27

I posted this yesterday evening but I think it got a bit overlooked (it was probably all the birthday party excitement and the hangovers ...)

I think it’s clever ...

Squiffy Fri 15-May-20 10:58:52

That's really great Nortsat, thank you for posting it smile

trisher Fri 15-May-20 11:20:58

I suppose it is quite funny. But I prefer the original which actually is quite appropriate because it is about remembering the daffodils not actually seeing them

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.

MiniMoon Fri 15-May-20 11:50:40

I know this poem by heart. It is the poem I recite to myself if I have trouble going to sleep.