The Daffodils

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;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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--Wordsworth
(read more of this light, summery wonder of a poem here. i read this over and over and over in high school...it's very airy.)

This summer postcard swap has gotten me back into poetry and artful reading...not just creating again.... hooray!