What If They Weren'T Daffodils? Poem by Terry Donovan

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
A little cloud that's bonkers
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of big brown conkers
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
They lay about in twos and threes

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
I filled my pockets straight away
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
And grabbed them while I had the chance,

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
The nicest nuts I'd seen that day
And I'd been up since half past three
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,
I hold my conkers by and by
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
They're much more fun than daffodils.