Here’s one I “made earlier”. But it’s appropriate as we get close to St David’s day and the daffodil season. My take on what I freely admit is a splendid poem – Willam Wordsworth’s “Daffodils.” I just wish the Lakes weren’t so overrun with tourists.
I wandered brooding like a cloud
Whose lowering mass the valley fills,
When down the lane there came a crowd
Of hikers heading for the hills,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
They tramp, heads bent against the breeze.
Beside them dogs and children run,
Discordant music rends the air,
Walks with a mob are scarcely fun,
For crowded paths I do not care.
An inward shudder prompts the thought
These crowds are what your poems have brought!
Alas! You’ll often hear me sigh
Or curse when in a blacker mood
That nowhere in the Lakes can I
Find poets’ heaven – Solitude!
My mind with bitter rancour fills
I damn your bloody daffodils!