Wordsworth's "I Wandered..." Restated Challenge, Line ending words must be repeated Options

[jgdittier]

Behold the sky without a CLOUD,
Let clement air caress the HILLS,
As then was I who eyed a CROWD,
A dale of dainty DAFFODILS:
Before the beach, beyond the TREES,
Beckoning to me with the BREEZE

An auric acre of awesome SHINE
In matrix like the milky WAY,
A burst of beauty, none in LINE
With sea of sun along the BAY:
No way could I but give a GLANCE,
Winking and wagging in dainty DANCE.

How like the waves, these posies, THEY
will bow and bid in sharing GLEE:
What words would fail to gush with GAY
In green and yellow COMPANY:
I stood amazed, without a THOUGHT
And then thanked God for what He BROUGHT.

And now, as I'm abed and LIE
With peace and piety, my MOOD'
I see them with my mindful EYE
who join me in my SOLITUDE;
Then once again my mem'ry FILLS
and I'm amongst those DAFFODILS.

(to read Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud", righr here it Mosaic Musings, go to
Legendary Libations, William Wordsworth, posted by Cleo.

[Larry]

Flower Children?

They sit with heads tucked in a cloud
in buildings perched upon the hills
of Washington. That clueless crowd
acts like they still wear daffodils
in flowing hair and Cherry trees
are not what’s wafting in the breeze.

Collectively, they never shine
but seemingly get in the way
of progress. Changing every line
with votes of nay; they howl and bay
at everything but never glance
at those who brought them to the dance.

Constituents? Just who are they
to tell us that our endless glee
is not appropriate. They’re gay,
when parties by a company
raise campaign funds. No passing thought
is given to the promise brought

into the light; ‘twas just a lie.
The voters now have changed their mood
and want to punch them in the eye
or lock them up in solitude.
We’re sick of them. We’ve had our fills
of those who work like daffodils.