1. I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
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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;
Can one conceive of any reason for a flower's beauty excepting our ability to enjoy their exquisite splendor? Of course there are scientific reasons for flowers beautiful colors such as attracting animals to spread nectar and enabling them to reproduce. Just the same, there could have been many other ways to allow for plant species to reproduce. It is my belief that the world is beautiful so that we could have the pleasure of enjoying it. A flower is a testimony that the world is designed for our enjoyment.
Poet Introduction
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;
Honestly! How lovely is this poem when read aloud. I can see the yellow heads of the daffodils doing their sprightly dance! And, when in the meditative state, I can feel them in my heart...
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Is there anything as tranquil
As a brightly glowing jonquil
That stands in sweet serenity,
A part of nature's tapestry?
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Pretty pink ballerinas
Dancing all in a row,
On thin, tenuous stems,
Such a beautiful show.
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A sign of beauty,
A symbol of grace.
Its pride runs strong
At a very fast pace.
I am laying in a field of wild flowers
With colours so intense it takes my breath away
All dancing in the summer breeze
In rhythm with my heart
Great poem! Hats off to the author. I have had flowers like that, but the prettiest and the biggest was a rose. I called her mother!!
Jac Judy A. Campbell
They have no mouth, but seem to speak
A thousand words so mild and meek.
They have no eyes , but seem to see
A marvelous little poem that's simple but very elegant and beautiful to read. Thank you for writing it, and please keep up the good work.
We carefully tuck them
All into their beds,
Then pinch, poke, and coax them,
Remove their spent heads.
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Roses and lilies, all covered in white.
An image of beauty this winter night.
The first snow is breathtaking to behold.
The end of fall and the beginning of cold.
I live in Australia; we are experiencing devastating bush fires. Snow seems like a wonderland by sheer
contrast. Lovely poem, well deserved.
Rambling down a cobbled pathway,
I stumbled upon a wild rose,
Deep garnet red,
Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,
I love this poem! Absolutely stunning use of words and a cute ending.
This vase may be quite tiny,
but its importance is monumental and grand!
For the love that went into each picked 'flower,'
was carefully chosen by your child's small hand.