My favorite poem and flower. 🙂

I love this poem. I taught it to some special needs children and now it has a special place in my memory bank. Here is a poem I wrote a while ago after seeing evidence of fly-tipping.




[b]I wandered lonely as a cloud- 122 years later[/b]

I wandered lonely as a cloud
As I turned my back on city thrills,
When all at once I saw the crowd
Of garbage dumped like man-made hills.
Plastic, metal, surround the trees
Laying dormant, stopping breeze.

Continuous, it assaults my eye
A blot on landscape, discarded...left
It begs the question, I wonder why
You'd leave it here, forlorn, bereft. 
The flora that once did a lively dance
Now crushed beneath this poisonous lance.

All around, the birds still sing
For now they sail without a prayer
It won't be long before the sting
Penetrates deep, their life so fair
Why would you leave without a trace
This trail of rubbish, in such disgrace. 

I close my eyes and once again
My memory journeys me to a time
Where waving flowers and bouquet of rain
Reach out before this heinous crime
My heart with fondness, pleasure fills
And I dance among the daffodils.

Don't walk behind me,
I may not lead
Don't walk in front of me
I may not follow
Just walk BESIDE me
And be my friend!

Author unknown (to me)

A classmate wrote it in her yearbook in 1978

Very nice. Did you write that yourself?