Well, I'm traveling for a few days, so searching as I can - and I am finding daffodils wherever I go in the D.C. area but my photography "cannot hold a daffodil" to the images I find on this flickr tag. Also, on one hour of sleep, I'm seeing multiples of images. It will be a miracle if I type this comment withour errrs. Cheers!
Thank you for your gorgeous photo of those daffodils along that stream. I live in Farragut, Tennessee, USA and was looking up Aberdeen due to my knowing a poet there, Raymond Sutherland. His new book, "Life's Tapestry" has a lovely poem on daffodils in it. I have not yet visited Scotland but love it anyway. I know it will blow me away when we get to travel there. Sharon Slaton Howell (Pardon me if I type out for you a poem I wrote on this loveliest of all flowers, when we lived in New England.)
Daffodils
April, with its yellow, green and cold Brings to this England new Beauty such as Wordsworth saw: O delight! Daffodils gracing field and pasture, Daffodils adorning stone walls old.
Gifts of nature fade from mortal view. But they, like scenes immortal poets Paint for all eternity, To mental sight lovely linger, All year through.
A P.S. to the poem I posted, "Daffodils": It is from my first published book of poetry, "For love of Christ", Tennessee Valley Publishing, Knoxville, TN...2006
To: Daffodil lover From: Sharon Slaton Howell: A dear friend, Raymond Sutherland, who lives in Aberdeen, Scotland, is also a lover of daffodils and has a poem dedicated to same in his new book just out, "Life's Tapestry". See what you think about putting it on your site:
"The Daffodils"
Raymond Sutherland
Facing every which-a-way
By runnels, rills, or swathed on open ground
In some strange ordered disarray
Green garbed golden trumpeters abound
Amidst such noble company as this
To speak would prove how brutish I could be
And break the sweet communion that exists
Between my radiant golden friends and me
Mere words are such laborious, ponderous things
That scarcely can my stammering tongue define
The beauty that is spread around my feet
Love, manifest in colour and in line
So silently and gently I'll begin
That in my life some beauty may adorn
And join them in their wordless eloquence
A silent sennet, prelude to the morn.
First published by Author House 8/l8/08 available from: www.raymondsutherland.com
Raymond Sutherland's poem is very well done. I can just see the scene now. Thanks for putting this on your website for daffodil lovers like me to enjoy!
Really love your website! And enjoyed the two poems you've posted, the one by Sharon Howell and the other one by Raymond Sutherland. Keep up your inspired work on behalf of a flower we can't get enough of!
This is truly a wonderful site for daffodil lovers. Thank you for printing my earlier poem 'Daffodils.' I have tentatively submitted this one which is on something of the same lines...I'm simply hoping that it brings to mind for the reader, a coloured memory (yellow of course) to brighten up the day when the sun is behind a cloud.
They didn't move at all when I walked by Involuntary...I was forced to pause They paid no heed but did what they do best Trumpet paeans of vibrant praise to God
My golden friends gave no regard to me I wondered where they'd been for quite so long But then it dawned...that they had been 'below' Arranging something new...a Springtime song
I still don't know just how the thing was done So slim...dressed in tight fitting coats of green A cacophony of silence rent the air Unexpected...totally unforeseen
Some crocuses...then idly standing by Decided without bidding to join in This voiceless vocal bunch burst into praise A blooming...coloured chorus...oh! the din!
If you'd been there with me the strange thing is I doubt that you'd have heard this praise profound Transmitted on the wavelength of the eye More beautiful by far than that of sound
If only I could be more like my friends Learning how to love and simply be That even though I never say a word Christ's radiance would emanate from me
Well, Raymond Sutherland! Just happened to stop by this wonderful blog dedicated to us who are daffy about daffodils and found another offering from your inspired pen. I love this one. What a blessing it no doubt has been to readers, and will continue to be for those fortunate enough to read it. Thanks for posting...have a glorious autumn there in Scotland.
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Beautiful, how these daffodils grow along the water.
Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a message. I appreciate it.
Have a wonderful Sunday (searching daffodils?),
Eva
Well, I'm traveling for a few days, so searching as I can - and I am finding daffodils wherever I go in the D.C. area but my photography "cannot hold a daffodil" to the images I find on this flickr tag. Also, on one hour of sleep, I'm seeing multiples of images. It will be a miracle if I type this comment withour errrs. Cheers!
Yep. I did make an error! lol
Thank you for your gorgeous photo of those daffodils along that stream. I live in Farragut, Tennessee, USA and was looking up Aberdeen due to my knowing a poet there, Raymond Sutherland. His new book, "Life's Tapestry" has a lovely poem on daffodils in it. I have not yet visited Scotland but love it anyway. I know it will blow me away when we get to travel there.
Sharon Slaton Howell
(Pardon me if I type out for you a poem I wrote on this loveliest of all flowers, when we lived in New England.)
Daffodils
April, with its yellow, green and cold
Brings to this England new
Beauty such as Wordsworth saw: O delight!
Daffodils gracing field and pasture,
Daffodils adorning stone walls old.
Gifts of nature fade from mortal view.
But they, like scenes immortal poets
Paint for all eternity,
To mental sight lovely linger,
All year through.
A lovely poem Sharon Howell wrote. This is one talented conveyor of what she sees!
A P.S. to the poem I posted, "Daffodils":
It is from my first published book of poetry, "For love of Christ", Tennessee Valley Publishing, Knoxville, TN...2006
To: Daffodil lover
From: Sharon Slaton Howell:
A dear friend, Raymond Sutherland, who lives in Aberdeen, Scotland, is also a lover of daffodils and has a poem dedicated to same in his new book just out, "Life's Tapestry". See what you think about putting it on your site:
"The Daffodils"
Raymond Sutherland
Facing every which-a-way
By runnels, rills, or swathed on open ground
In some strange ordered disarray
Green garbed golden trumpeters abound
Amidst such noble company as this
To speak would prove how brutish I could be
And break the sweet communion that exists
Between my radiant golden friends and me
Mere words are such laborious, ponderous things
That scarcely can my stammering tongue define
The beauty that is spread around my feet
Love, manifest in colour and in line
So silently and gently I'll begin
That in my life some beauty may adorn
And join them in their wordless eloquence
A silent sennet, prelude to the morn.
First published by Author House
8/l8/08
available from: www.raymondsutherland.com
Thanks for sending this sweet tribute along. I love the image/phrase of "radiant golden friends".
Raymond Sutherland's poem is very well done. I can just see the scene now. Thanks for putting this on your website for daffodil lovers like me to enjoy!
Really love your website! And enjoyed the two poems you've posted, the one by Sharon Howell and the other one by Raymond Sutherland.
Keep up your inspired work on behalf of a flower we can't get enough of!
Love Raymond Sutherland's ode to daffodils. A wonderful poem, in my view, and I'm so glad I happened on to it.
Thanks to you for posting it...
This is truly a wonderful site for daffodil lovers. Thank you for printing my earlier poem 'Daffodils.' I have tentatively submitted this one which is on something of the same lines...I'm simply hoping that it brings to mind for the reader, a coloured memory (yellow of course) to brighten up the day when the sun is behind a cloud.
Raymond Sutherland.
GOLDEN TRUMPETERS ©
They didn't move at all when I walked by
Involuntary...I was forced to pause
They paid no heed but did what they do best
Trumpet paeans of vibrant praise to God
My golden friends gave no regard to me
I wondered where they'd been for quite so long
But then it dawned...that they had been 'below'
Arranging something new...a Springtime song
I still don't know just how the thing was done
So slim...dressed in tight fitting coats of green
A cacophony of silence rent the air
Unexpected...totally unforeseen
Some crocuses...then idly standing by
Decided without bidding to join in
This voiceless vocal bunch burst into praise
A blooming...coloured chorus...oh! the din!
If you'd been there with me the strange thing is
I doubt that you'd have heard this praise profound
Transmitted on the wavelength of the eye
More beautiful by far than that of sound
If only I could be more like my friends
Learning how to love and simply be
That even though I never say a word
Christ's radiance would emanate from me
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Well, Raymond Sutherland! Just happened to stop by this wonderful blog dedicated to us who are daffy about daffodils and found another offering from your inspired pen. I love this one. What a blessing it no doubt has been to readers, and will continue to be for those fortunate enough to read it.
Thanks for posting...have a glorious autumn there in Scotland.
Sharon Slaton Howell
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