Wordsworth loved nature
With a fervour behaviour,
He wrote poems to nurture
Others to duly look further
At all the splendour on offer
As a stream or lake or river
Is a calling to so come hither
In the hot summer and winter.
In a trance of a daffodil dance
With their posture in a stance
To enhance our vision in bloom
Which is a tune to heal a gloom.
In the Autumn my dear I do fear
That lots of the flowers disappear.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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