A Gypsy Cloud
On lonely paths I often roam
Through meadows and over hills
Like a gypsy cloud 'neath a blue sky dome
And through a field of countless daffodils
I stop to watch this field of gold
As they sway lithely in the breeze
Then I move on as new paths unfold
Heading home through a maze of trees
And in quite moments my thoughts would drift
To that resplendent field of daffodils
To my weary soul they give a lift
This treasure trove of golden thrills
Those daffodils in my mind do gleam
As I slip off in a cloud of dreams
Contest: Prose vs Poetry and the classics
Rewrite of William Wordsworth poem: - "I Wandered Lonely as a cloud"
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014
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