I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud: A Scribble or Two

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

A Scribble or Two

One whisker on a kitten

A smallsome thing to see

As essential as her single mitten

More wanted than a flea

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A solitary seagull;

Soaring wings on air.

Climbing swiftly up aloft

Silent as a prayer.

With Graceful sweeping brushstrokes

White she tints the blue,

Brushing the empty canvass

A lonely lingering hue

2 comments:

Rachel and SarahJuly 26, 2011 at 2:11 PM
I loved the one about the seagull, Felicity! :) A letter for you is speeding its way NZ-ward, so keep your eyes peeled! :) ~Rachel
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I Wandered Lonely as a CloudJuly 27, 2011 at 1:11 AM
Thank you! :) The first one is very silly!! Oh, goody something to look forwards to!
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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud: William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
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,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.