Living in a valley of daffodils
Not one, could others see
But my heart knew they were there,
Through the winds blowing free
They tipped every mountain
Cascaded to the waters edge
Trumpets all saluting
As to heavens rightful pledge
They showed me of the beauty
That was created for us to share
In this land of music
Trumpets sound, whispering on air
Some harvested into homes
Brightening the rooms
Lightness of the yellows
Still whispering their tunes
How these daffodils in vision
Took me home to sleep
Cradled in mothers arms
A blanket of daffodils deep
The aroma of the scents
That fills every nook
Could never really be captured
In the words of a book
Their beauty is unfounded
Standing to attention
Sunrays compelling their shades
As your eyes are driven to retention
To capture daffodils on the breeze
Grasp out to hold and gain
Visualising thoughts of serenity
In your heart to remain.
The Shoreline
On the shoreline between towns, lays
a heaven to the eyes that bewilder
the mind. Countryside to your back
and a shore afore, where eyes melt
mellowing the sun as it rose in the early
dawn, for nothing crept closer than
this to my existence born.
Dawn's unvoiced appearance was
ushered along, as the seal sang its call
baiting close, mostly it crept surfacing
occasionally to glimpse at my smile, braising
to dive aloft the crusting surf that
squalled lightly as it revered timelessly alive.
McCormack reached out his warmth,
boasting the flowering sky
as uttering clouds bellowed their cotton
shapes, to shade the sea, and the seal ......
played unaware of being watched by me!
He never knew that my eyes watched
his every move, as he surfaced gliding
and relocating, scooping the shore for food,
aloft the seaweed fields which span
the beach, for as the tide had waged
them to heal, no one never
knew what happened to my soul there.
I sang unvoiced amongst the embers of dawn
Within a crystallized morning
refreshed as if, I had known
this life all along my path.
For here I felt as if this was my test to love back.
Touched by reality
breathing me awake once more!
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nicole swansea
it is amazing the way the so few words can mean so much .i bet everyone in wales is proud to be welsh because i am!
Wed Feb 8 19:20:01 2006
Tammy Sheehan frm Mountain Ash
Lovely poem! I'm really into poetry when there is nothing else to do I just pull out my note pad and jot anything down to create a poem! Please everyone read my poem on this website it's called A Tribute To My Sister. This poem is really good it's deep! Respect Tammy xXx
Fri Mar 11 17:53:45 2005
Rosa Solowiej from Australia
I would like to have more information about a rare Welsh daffodil which grew on a remote farm I lived on in Southern Australia when I was a child in the 50's. They featured yellow trumpets which were full and informal inside the trumpet and had a distinct green streak inside the double formation and on the outer petals, they had an intense perfume and were very hardy and multiplied easily. I once saw an article on them in a Country Life mag. at my local dentist surgery. Cheers Rosa.
Sat Sep 11 04:34:21 2004
Yes
It is so beautiful, fires the imagination you could be in that field. Brilliant.
Fri Aug 27 08:15:20 2004
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