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Roadside Artist
The daisies plied their trade
And the violets labored in the sun
While wild roses climbed and toiled
As the bees hummed and the
Birds all whistled while they worked
But it was the daffodils
Yes, only the daffodils
Who painted all day
With their brushstrokes
Of yellow and green
And it was they alone
Who made the roadside
More beautiful to me
And the violets labored in the sun
While wild roses climbed and toiled
As the bees hummed and the
Birds all whistled while they worked
But it was the daffodils
Yes, only the daffodils
Who painted all day
With their brushstrokes
Of yellow and green
And it was they alone
Who made the roadside
More beautiful to me
Published 14th Mar 2020
| Edited 21st Mar 2020
Author's Note
I am the "daffodil king". I plant daffodil bulbs every year. My small farm can not have too many. They are my favorite flower. This is like a classic English poem and it came about when I misread a word from William Shakespeare I decided to write a poem using the word I had mistaken.
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27th Mar 2020 4:45pm
Beauty is everywhere, even in ugly. Flowers are so lovely. I love flowers. Just planting at my own home. Thank you for this pleasant write amongst so much gloom.
27th Mar 2020 11:50pm
Thanks! Beauty is truly everywhere we look if we only take the time and happiness can be found in the simplest of things.
27th Mar 2020 11:58pm
Lets hope that someday we have a good tomorrow whether it be in my lifetime or not. I have in all honesty luved a nice life, screwy. But nice.
