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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