A Lonely Daffodil

A little bit of nonsense.

This is another attempt at rhyming poetry, and was inspired by my countryside walk this morning. I hope you enjoy.

The beauty before us.

Captivating
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Spring

I was once a lonely daffodil, amidst a verge of green

My waxed golden head of hair, blowing gently by the stream

The dusty pale hue, of the primrose at my feet

Her buds so tight and uniformed, glanced at me discreet

Settled in the dry stone wall, she clung on with no regard

her pride in her home, is unyielding and hard.

She gently said “Good morning,” and slowly she tipped her face

As Spring yawned illusively, “welcome to my space”

I felt such terrible pain, that I never felt before

My roots they split underground, and now I am four

I look at my stem, and there to my surprise

I see another daffodil, dancing right before my eyes

Spring has arrived, and she sings her merry tune

“I will be glad to dance with you, in the sunshine, soon”

Sunshine

bright and cheerful
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Craftsmanship that survives a life time.

a typical dry stone wall
a typical dry stone wall | Source

Spring flowers

simple and stunning
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unknown spy 4 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

what a lovely set of pictures that rhymes with your ever so lovely poem.


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acaetnna 4 years ago from Guildford

I simply love daffodils, especially as they tell me that my favourite season is on its way, so I simply had to stop by. This is poem is lovely.


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thebluestar 4 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Hi Lesley, how are you hunnie? I will catch up with you soon, promise and thank you for leaving a comment and for your support. Net:)


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thebluestar 4 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

daisyflowrs, ahhh such a sweet comment hunnie, thank you so much. I send a hug for your little boy who sounds like he will grow up into a beautiful and sensitive young man. :)


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thebluestar 4 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Mary, Minnetonka Twin, thank you so much ladies for your lovely kind words and support. Spring is certainly a beautiful time of year. As simple as the may be, daffodils are one of my most loved flowers. :)


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thebluestar 4 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Ruby hunnie, Spring is always such an inspirational time of year. It opens the door to the rest of the seasons and reminds us of the full beauty of nature. Net:)


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thebluestar 4 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Hi Will, thank you for the support and kind words hunnie.


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Movie Master 4 years ago from United Kingdom

I loved the poem, nice work and voted up!

Take care Lesley


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daisyflowrs 4 years ago from Richmond, VA

This is a great poem. My son (4) had me read it 5 times. Now we have to research daffodils and Ireland. He has an old soul.


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Minnetonka Twin 4 years ago from Minnesota

What a lovely poem and pictures. Daffodils are so pretty and I love taking pictures of them too. Thanks for the pleasant hub.


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mary615 4 years ago from Florida

Nice work. We don't get Daffodils in S. Fl., but I did grow them in Ga. I kinda miss them.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

You never disappoint me. Your spring poetry is beautiful. I love Daffodils. I have some in bloom, but they are a pale yellow, not nearly as pretty as youre..Cheers


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WillStarr 4 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Very nice work! I like it.

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