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]

Wildfire

The sky was filled; a grey and dirty cloud
hung low above the blackened rolling hills
where pine and aspen grew. What was a crowd
surrounded by admiring daffodils
is now a cemetery. Fallen trees
are what is left from fire’s voracious breeze.

Some few contain small embers which still shine
with greedy tongues; lick residue away.
The devastation seemed to form a line
to where the hillsides swept into the bay
now choked with ash. There was no parting glance
at what was left from that inferno’s dance.

Black footprints marked flames’ torrid steps where they
had leapt through emerald spires with mindless glee
in pirouettes. What once was green and gay
had now become an ebon company.
A lightning storm with bolts quick as a thought
came through the virgin forest and had brought

sure death. The charred remains of creatures lie
in unmarked graves as though a conqueror’s mood
negated all remorse. With blinded eye,
the victor’s legacy was solitude
and trailing in his wake the hot air fills
with tiny remnants of burnt daffodils.