Wordsworth Wisdom

Mendon Ponds Park, 30 October 2011.

This morning, with my wife and stepson in Sataroga Springs for the Head of the Fish regatta and my son at his mother's, I set out for a walk through Mendon Ponds Park. Though I came across nothing too extraordinary, there was quite a bit to see. But, that's the key, isn't it, to find the extraordinary in the ordinary?

Upon reviewing the pictures on the pc at home, the one above reminded me of the old William Wordsworth poem, "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,
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.