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Or perhaps this version:- I wandered lonely as a clod, Just picking up old rags and bottles, When onward on my way I plod, I saw a host of axolotls; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, A sight to make a man's blood freeze. Some had handles, some were plain; They came in blue, red pink, and green. A few were orange in the main; The damnedest sight I've ever seen. The females gave a sprightly glance; The male ones all wore knee-length pants. Now oft, when on the couch I lie, The doctor asks me what I see. They flash upon my inward eye And make me laugh in fiendish glee. I find my solace then in bottles, And I forget them axolotls. From: Lorraine Gierck [mailto:gierckie@tpg.com.au] Sent: Saturday, 14 August 2021 12:44 PM To: 'Member Discussion' Subject: [Members] Re: Lakeside Occasional Walk (LOW) Beautiful poem. Why don't they teach this in school any more. It's so peaceful just reading those beautiful words. We'll be there - Valerie and I. From: David Cheeseman <cheesey(a)aapt.net.au> Sent: Friday, 13 August 2021 8:59 AM To: 'Member Discussion' <members(a)lakesidehash.asn.au> Subject: [Members] Lakeside Occasional Walk (LOW) Dear all, No doubt, you realise that the walk planned for Tuesday 17th August has to be cancelled. However, do not fear, I have rescheduled it for Tuesday 7th September. I will send out a notice confirming or rescheduling this date. Spring will be in the air, so I thought I would get you in the mood with these words from William Wordsworth. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company: I gazed-and gazed-but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.