I saw a crowd of daffodils standing by the trees;
I stood and watched them dancing in the gentle breeze.
Many of them were golden; a few of them were light:
Standing there together, they looked a pretty sight.
On the adjacent trees, pale pink blossom grew,
And the colour of the sky that day was a clear pale blue.
They were stood down by the river on a bank of green;
Peppered with mauve crocuses, it made pretty scene.
Trying to capture their beauty, I found it couldn’t be caught;
The daffodils had no idea of the joy to me they’d brought.
The sight of the daffodils had stopped me in my tracks;
And, as I carried on my way, I couldn’t help looking back.
Really lovely poem Angela, reminiscent of Wordsworth. Daffodils, aren't they just gorgeous, especially as yellow is my favourite colour. You have captured the scene beautifully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lively piem that rhymes well. Daffs are my favorite flower. I also wrote a poem called Daffodil. A good write.