Wordsworth's DaffodilsA Poem by Alan S JeevesAnother pastoral, this time a villanelle in the 20th. century style (10 syllable), a tribute to the man and his famous poem.Far away over meadows, fields and hills Or through oak woodland which is ever sweet; Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils. Early morning, amid the dewy chills Where a dawn kissed grassland moistens the feet Far away over meadows, fields and hills. A perfumed carpet your raw sense it fills A yellow trumpeted aspect replete Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils. And by the noon, as mid-day sunlight spills, I wander onward down a floral street Far away over meadows, fields and hills. By farmstead ruins and old water mills Where sheep now dwell and brightly bleat and eat, Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils. So, the land where the poet whet his skills I walk at springtime in nature's elite. Far away over meadows, fields and hills Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils. © 2022 Alan S Jeeves |
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1 Review Added on July 6, 2022 Last Updated on July 6, 2022 Tags: daffodils, flowers, Wordsworth, pastoral AuthorAlan S JeevesWest Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutI live among the Pennine Hills near Holmfirth, West Yorkshire, England. I was, though, born in Nelson, Lancashire., England. My days are spent writing, arranging and playing music - and also writing .. more..Writing
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