I saw a crowd of daffodils standing by the trees; <br />I stood and watched them dancing in the gentle breeze. <br />Many of them were golden; a few of them were light: <br />Standing there together, they looked a pretty sight. <br /> <br />On the adjacent trees, pale pink blossom grew, <br />And the colour of the sky that day was a clear pale blue. <br />They were stood down by the river on a bank of green; <br />Peppered with mauve crocuses, it made pretty scene. <br /> <br />Trying to capture their beauty, I found it couldn’t be caught; <br />The daffodils had no idea of the joy to me they’d brought. <br />The sight of the daffodils had stopped me in my tracks; <br />And, as I carried on my way, I couldn’t help looking back.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-daffodils/
