“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.“
6 posted on 03/25/2022 4:42:50 AM PDT by Apple Pan Dowdy
(... as American as Apple Pie)
