Poem - "Ode to the Daffodil"

 

Ode to the Daffodil

We journey onwards,

Dusty road stretches,

Wearily, into the distance,

Many miles to go.

Click of horses' hooves,

Creak of wood and leather.

Swaying ......

Pots clinking.

A word here or there.

A snort from the mare behind,

heavily in foal.

The orchestra of the road.

Dozing, rocked to sleep ......

"Wake up, wake up,

take a look, see !"

Vasyielyi cries, excitedly.

Out the window,

A swathe of yellow sea.

"Stop the wagon !" Mama calls,

landing lightly on her feet.

Scrambling, tumbling out,

Running free, happily,

Into the field of yellow flowers.

Fingers trailing behind,

Through the green and gold.

Turning, turning,

Feeling joyful.

Smell that smell.

Beauty, sent from heaven.

"Pick some, pick some," Mama calls,

Grabbing this one, that one,

Round about.

Salve for the soul.

                                                               Ours to keep.

                                                               Our Delight.

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2021

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