Across the rolling springtime hill
In grande array the sunshine spill
Of golden heads address the sky
With floral perfume rising high;
I gaze across the fields in bloom
How sweetly they erase the gloom
Of winter frost now losing ground
Their golden carpet all around;
And with each fragrant breath I take
Sweet memories flow in the wake
Of long lost love in younger days
A haunting melody still plays
Reminding me of days gone by
When love was bold and so was I
When passion burned within my heart
Although I knew one day we'd part;
Yet still each spring I rise anew
From winter's sleep in time to view
The rolling hills in golden bloom
Sweet inspiration fills my plume
For I have much that's left unsaid
And much to write before I'm dead
Forever shall my thoughts still sing
As lovely as the golden spring.
1/25/2008
Dearest Linda - you and William W would make a good team. Superlative poetry from a leonine mistress of verse. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Lovely, just lovely Linda, a beautiful poem set in a field of daffodils. Enough to set your heart alight and bring joy to the soul. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You mentioned this poem in replying to my 'Lara' poem . So I thought I would come by and see which of you had the best Daffodil poem between you and Goldy Locks. I haven't read her's yet . I did want to echo , in general terms what the other commentators have said . Yoonoos probably said it best , when he referred to a mature piece of poetry . In fact , it is nearly perfect . It has only one technical flaw . Otherwise , it's an easy ten in all other aspects and one of the best 'rhythm and rhyme' poems I have read here . One question . Do you know what that flaw is? Greenwolfe 1962 ( I love this poem , this is what poetry is supposed to be .)