Bob and Bill

I aimed to walk the yellow wood To stand the place where Robert stood I searched the path, explored the glade To find a rhyme, perhaps mislaid Clouds were thick, a chilly scene The path was dark, yet quite serene It whispered to me like a child My spirit light, my thoughts beguiled So off I went, without a care To seek a treasure hidden there I yearned to stand amid the leaves To see the beauty Robert sees While wandering lonely as a cloud I stopped to view a distant crowd William spoke of such sight A carpet rolling, bold and bright Beyond the path and valley floor A yellow scarf came to the fore Much surprised, my eyes to see Daffodils waving back at me Bob and Bill, geez what a pair They give me hope, when I despair Their words invoke a blissful calm A gentle salve, a soothing balm My songs inept, my cadence flawed Their words forever give me pause My heart grows light when I pretend To walk the paths, where they have been