Treasure Island

Angela Wybrow

(Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

Dancing Daffodils


I saw a crowd of daffodils standing by the trees;
I stood and watched them dancing in the gentle breeze.
Many of them were golden; a few of them were light:
Standing there together, they looked a pretty sight.

On the adjacent trees, pale pink blossom grew,
And the colour of the sky that day was a clear pale blue.
They were stood down by the river on a bank of green;
Peppered with mauve crocuses, it made pretty scene.

Trying to capture their beauty, I found it couldn’t be caught;
The daffodils had no idea of the joy to me they’d brought.
The sight of the daffodils had stopped me in my tracks;
And, as I carried on my way, I couldn’t help looking back.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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  • David Wood (4/17/2013 12:25:00 PM)

    A lively piem that rhymes well. Daffs are my favorite flower. I also wrote a poem called Daffodil. A good write. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (4/16/2013 5:43:00 PM)

    Really lovely poem Angela, reminiscent of Wordsworth. Daffodils, aren't they just gorgeous, especially as yellow is my favourite colour. You have captured the scene beautifully. (Report) Reply

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