Watching the birds
Flying among the waver
Blue sky,
Crisp and cool the
Breeze flow
Over the field of
Daffodils
I will use the daffodils
As my bed,
Let me lie facing
The sky under the
Mystic sun,
Lying in a pool of
Daffodils,
Bid me well
“Oh” bid me well
While I stand over
Yonder be,
In the fields where
The daffodils grow
Billowing high,
As I slumber in my
Field of paradise
Heaven,
I will marble at this
Beauty,
For I will not abandon
This paradise of heaven
Carolyn Sears
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-field-of-daffodils/
