A Host of Golden Daffodils

This morning we had to go a funeral of a dear friend of Johns.. it was sad but he did have a wonderful send off. On our way I stopped of to get this shot of the wonderful display of the Daffodils along Bealey Avenue. The are just about past their best but still look beautiful blowing in the wind.

This poem of Daffodils was always my mothers favourite poem. When we had a plaque made for my perents in the Pigeon Bay cemetery on Banks Peninsula .. as they pasted away within a few days of each other... We had a daffodil and the words, A host of golden daffodils
put on it.

The Daffodils
William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850

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.