I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud | 
Unbelievably this is the last weekend in March coming up 😱 Time for our end of month #20in4 Readathon, and a chance to boost your reading before the month end.
Either aim to read 20 hours or 20 chapters over the four days, or even set your own goal. Both new readathoners and our regulars welcome for this fun, engaging and informal Readathon.
Want to take part, then share the goals and books you aim to read.
The official resting place of William Wordsworth and his lovely wife Mary Wordsworth.
Grasmere cemetery.
#Williamwordsworth
#poetry
#daffodils
#poet
#OnThisDay in 1802 a brother and sister stepped out for a walk. Sounds unremarkable, I know. But those siblings were William and Dorothy Wordsworth, and their walk that day by Ullswater inspired the words:
"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."
#HistoryGetsLIT
"I wandered lonely as a cloud
Which floats on high o'er hill and dale,
When all at once I heard a roar
And saw the fighter jet's contrail"
There were three, perhaps four, fighter jets on practice manoeuvres over the Lakes around Rydale Water & Grasmere today, an unwelcome reminder of global conflict, & a sobering reminder of how terrifying it must be for those who hear that roar & know it's no practice run, but comes with intent to kill. ??
This is my favourite poem and love the way it sums up Spring for me. What a great time of year (well usually!)!!!!!
#MarchMadness #SoringBreak
Day 21 - #wander #poetrymatters
#Floating made me think of this old chestnut. Image from poetseers.org
#junebookbugs @RealLifeReading
"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;"
#happyflowerfriday #firstdaffodill
#yellowmakesmehappy
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.
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