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Longing for the Sun's return
How I long for the sun to return
watching it rise over the horizon in the morning
giving life to greens of every hue in this
beautiful country, I call home.
No description, no picture ever painted can capture
the budding of Spring's first blooms, the virgin leaf,
the crocus, then the golden daffodil and the glorious
wandering tulip, all called out by the sun.
The lambs, the foals, the renewal of the earth
a country so flat, with the hugest skies
built by man defying the waters with creations so grand
how I love this country, my home.
Winter is fine, the cosiness indoors, the crisp white ice,
and summer has the most wonderful sights, browned bodies
pretty girls that delight, and Autumn is also welcome every year
but Spring, and its colours, is what takes my breath away.
William Wordsworth wrote in 1804:
" 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. "
How I long for the sun to return.
feedback van andere lezers- yellow
Ik ben het dan toch komen lezen, wat een poëtische voorstelling van de lente, het is wat lang om te lezen, dat is waar maar de beeldende taal die je hier gebruikt is zeer zeer mooi en de liefde voor jouw land springt eruit en ook de gebruinde lichamen, jij ziet waarschijnlijk dan van die knap gespierde lijven liggen maar ik denk dan eerder aan mooie meisjes met mooie gekleurde bikini's en stevige poepjes, ondanks alles blijf ik een man die graag naar vrouwen kijkt.
zeer mooi killea,
niet wegdoen!!!
liefs,
Marc
killea: Thank you Marc
xxxx
j
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