The Daffodils Poem by Denis Martindale

The daffodils of yesteryear can often come to mind,
When I, in wonder, shed all fear, as I perchance did find,
A hundred here, a hundred there, in wondrous symmetry.
They danced and then made me aware of all eternity.
For granted as a child of grace, this man has studied well,
It's like I've seen the Saviour's face and I'm not meant for Hell.
It's like a foretaste that I've seen of Heaven's fields of gold,
Such that this life stands in-between until my death takes hold.
So while I sit at home quite still, remembrance pays a call,
Renewing spirit, body, will as beauty binds them all.
To think of preaching yet to share, of sermons yet unplanned,
Yet knowing God has more to share, such that my heart feels grand.
For seasons come and seasons go and while Spring looks divine,
Life's more than daffodils we know, shared with a Valentine.
When Summer comes, the roses rise, the kings of flowers made,
When daffodils say their goodbyes and memories must fade.
But roses by the hundreds seen? These rarely met my gaze.
So rare it's like they've never been or brought smiles to my face.
So I reflect on memories, replacing these instead.
In truth, my daffodils bring peace for all that lies ahead…


Denis Martindale 5th of July 2020.

This poem pays tribute to the poem THE DAFFODILS.