I’d reached a clearing in the wood
And there I think I met Wordsworth:
As happy as he was by ‘sylvan Wye’
When first I lived within his poems
And often walked with him in step.
The poet who told us in his lines
Of his God in nature, written above
His ‘Tintern Abbey’I read and loved
And visited in later life in sunshine:
A ruins to remember and its peace.
A great poet like Wordsworth can go on living as long as we read his wonderful writes, a lovely poem!
The essence of Wordsworth shines through in this adeptly crafted tribute. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this one. Marvellous inmagination. Thanks for your most recent comment. Have a good Sunday. John