The endless lines of unending traffic seems like ants waiting in line to get back into their ant holes! The disconsolate mind conjures up food and poetry, perhaps a dangerous mix! But this blog is after all to sing a song of freedom from an Open Mind and Free Thoughts!
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
1 comment:
An idle mind can play the strangest tricks indeed...that cloud looks nothing like a chicken...at least in this pic..maybe it did look chicken-like in real life view. Maybe you were just really hungry...lol
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