I love daffodils and this poem! In grade school we used to make crepe paper daffodils, I wish they'd grow in our weather here. Thanks for the poem and the photo too.
Dear Linda, I like this poem especially as it descrbes my best loved early spring flower, the daffodil. Every morning I used to pick a beautiful bouquet from the hill next to our school and bring it to my teacher. This brings back a lovely memory. Thank you for sharing. Love Emile
In the waning days of World War II, a man lies injured in a London hospital, shrouded in mystery and confusion. He is an American serviceman, stripped of his identity and memories, save for the name John, and plagued by vivid visions of battles that
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Linda I certainly enjoyed reading "Dancing Daffodils" wonderful imageries and a breath of fresh air at that.
Wishing you great success in your writing,
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