Angela Segredaki: I Wandered Lonely . . .
(To my poetry professor, Dr. Edward Clarke, with gratitude)
I walked without a book or phone
to free my mind and rest my eyes.
I planned some tea, a home-made scone,
among the flowers that spring supplies
and all the birds of fell and dale,
refreshments that should never fail.
Instead of finding daffodils
the park was packed with noisy crowds.
I wandered far beyond the hills
to be alone among the clouds.
The hills were swarmed, just like the park,
with pets enough to fill the Ark
It stressed me so to see the blooms
trampled beneath the rushing feet
I longed to go back to my rooms,
my bookshelves and my quiet street.
A crowded day is not my day,
I’d rather dream the daffs away.
Ah, home sweet home, I love your couch
and ginger tea as dusk descends.
I walked back, weary, until – ouch!
I heard my wife . . . “We have some friends
for dinner”, she said. “It’s just a few . . . ”
And in came five, plus cousins too!
