Spectator, from your ivory tower you peer,

Through sneers and smears, your wishes are revealed:

That poetry penned by plebs remain concealed,

Of Daffodils, irrational is your fear!

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 4th September 2024

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Daffodils

As I walk my hour a day

A golden army line my way

Stood to attention tall and proud

Paraded together, a nodding crowd

Wild, strong and free they grow

Against stone walls and in hedgerow

Dancing and swaying in the breeze

Sheltering under the budding trees

A fanfare of trumpets, glowing bright

Dazzling rays in the spring sunlight

Elegant and ...

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William had it wrong

                A haze of purple bluebells

Much more amazing

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