A Poem by Henry Gibson

Or maybe Wordsworth? I forget.

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.

Saturday, March 20 is Daffodil Day in Bell Buckle, TN

http://bellbucklechamber.com/Daffodil.Day.2010.html