Daffodil Festival

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

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;

We enjoyed a picnic with the daffodils last weekend at Wye Mountain

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of the bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but they

Outdid 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.Jenny Jr. (left), posing

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.

- one of my favorite poems by William Wordsworth