If I Could

If I could write a poem now A lonely cloud, this page I’d fill With Wordsworth or a word’s worth I’d fill this page with daffodils Now the words, they don’t come easy The great ones tell you it’s a skill But I would rather be a fool And fill my head with daffodils There is no rhyme or reason No belles lettres, no fancy frills That, like a dewdrop, glistens Upon the yellow daffodils If I could write a poem now Neither would my pen nor soul sit still But would twirl and spiral to a tune Dancing with the daffodils.