Walking Among Daffodils
It was a day just like today, I remember, The beginning of spring, a day of fresh beauty. Vanished were the harsh and bitter winds of winter. The landscape dull and heavy under a sullen sky, And the very earth hard like iron, cold and dead. But that was all forgotten now, just like a dream From which we had awakened into a new world, Redolent with hope and promise, lifting our hearts, And filling us with untold jo...