I wandered lonely as a mushroom,
Cold and damp, and somewhat dark,
Walking in the wet grass, the muck
covered my boots in the park,
There were other people there I suppose,
But I was aware of nothing,
My eyes were fixed to the ground,
Looking for something of interest
As was my quest, without rest,
When all at once I became a cross,
And fell over as it was heavy,
But then this bunch of daffodils started
To sing a song, a cheery one at that,
I looked up and saw them blowing
there trumpets out loud, “you” they said,
” yes you” with the heavy burden,
“Who me”
Get off your back and open your eyes,
This I did and to my surprise, there they were,
A host of golden daffodils.
4/3/2016
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I wandered lonely as a mushroom,
Cold and damp, and somewhat dark,
Walking in the wet grass, the muck
covered my boots in the park,
There were other people there I suppose,
But I was aware of nothing,
My eyes were fixed to the ground,
Looking for something of interest
As was my quest, without rest,
When all at once I became a cross,
And fell over as it was heavy,
But then this bunch of daffodils started
To sing a song, a cheery one at that,
I looked up and saw them blowing
there trumpets out loud, “you” they said,
” yes you” with the heavy burden,
“Who me”
Get off your back and open your eyes,
This I did and to my surprise, there they were,
A host of golden daffodils.
4/3/2016