Reality Leaves a Lot to the Imagination: art

Monday, November 3, 2008

I have one aswell

It's on my wall. I tooke it myself. This reminded that to me.

Looke at me.

Just because I didn't write it doesn't mean I can't feel it.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

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,
The 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
Outdid 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 to me the show 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.

My favourite of his so far.

On a slightly lighter mood (if it csn be so)

I Sat Belonely

I sat belonely down a tree, humbled fat and small. A little lady sing to me I couldn't see at all.

I'm looking up and at the sky, to find such wonderous voice. Puzzly, puzzle, wonder why, I hear but I have no choice.

'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me', I potty menthol shout. 'I know you hiddy by this tree'. But still she won't come out.

Such sofly singing lulled me sleep, an hour or two or so I wakeny slow and took a peep and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig I thought I see a sight, A tiny little tiny pig, that sing with all it's might

'I thought you were a lady', I giggle,-well I may, To my surprise the lady, got up-and flew away.

If you don't know who wrote either of those then go and looke them up. You should know. You will also looke very cultered once you do know.