In honor of National Poetry Month, April 30th was designated as Poem in Your Pocket Day. I first learned about it last year from my friend Jill- thanks, J!
I chose The Daffodils here to share because the real deal certainly presented a lovely surprise in our garden this spring. After a few months of dormancy and brown hanging out around our neighborhood, the yellow flowers were embraced and cheered on, although, I do believe they were the ones that brought the cheer to us first. I noted their intense addition to the landscape after driving through an older area of Dayton a few weeks ago where a plethora of long stemmed yellow buds filled the front yard and made me do a double take (if only I had a camera on me!). I am smitten, as is my dear friend, Anel 
Without further ado:
| The Daffodils | ||
| by William Wordsworth | ||
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.
Continuous as the stars that shine
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:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
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.
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