This is not a poem per se but few lines that came to my mind,as I read Solitary Reaper and Daffodils. Please do leave your comments.
I don’t know why,
But remembered William Wordsworth I , as his beautifully worded lines brushed past me by.
Yon Solitary highland lass and blooming fields of golden daffodils sway,
I entered my childhood once more as I recalled the fun galore of carefree world of children.
When everything was black and white with no shades of grey,
fun, studies, play and laughter were the order of the day.
I don’t know why but memories today just passed me by!