STROLLING through the park today,
Enjoying the peace — my mind astray,
Admiring the view of the distant hills,
Then spying a host of daffodils
Along the river — beneath the trees,
Golden and dancing in the breeze.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their head in sprightly dance.
They stretched in never ending line,
Such beauty for these eyes of mine.
Had Wordsworth visited Simmons Park,
Okehampton would have heard him remark,
A poet could not be gay
In such a jocund company,
And that his heart with pleasure fills
and dances with the daffodils.
(With apologies to William Wordsworth)
Iris Tancock
Red Lion Yard
Okehampton