Texas Romantic

William Wordsworth wrote his famous “I Wondered Lonely as a Cloud” in 1804 after he and his sister Dorothy took a long stroll in the English Lake District of Cumbria where they lived, and where I plan soon to revisit. In anticipation of our rapidly approaching return to England, I present Wordsworth’s famous poem, as well as my own Texas rendition, a result of my inability to resist setting his poem (in a sense) amid my own pastoral setting.



          by 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.


     by Brenda Ethridge Ferguson
     (with sincere apologies to William Wordsworth)

I frolicked, happy as a lamb
That romps at play in grasses high
When, with a start, I saw them--Bam!
A population coming nigh
In tops of trees, throughout the grass,
Sweeping down the hills en mass.

Ceaseless as the cloudless skies
That give us ever rainless days,
They marched brigade-like on the rise
Across the fields, within our gaze.
Ten million spied I on the move,
Swinging their hips in hipster groove.

The grasses waved these hoppers on,
With destruction boogie bound.
A writer, melancholy prone,
In such company gloom I found.
I watched and watched those monstrous foes,
Regretting the lack of murder crows.

Now when stretched out upon a hill
All hot, and tired, and caring less,
I see again the barren fields,
Which is a plague, a Godly test.
Yes, I am thankful and highly blessed
But boogieing not, as you have guessed.

Happy Independence Day!

4 thoughts on “Texas Romantic

  1. God’s creatures are able to evoke such a light hearted, colorful verse while in actuality I annually dread their appearance. Your writing helps provide perspective.


  2. Thank you for the sweet whimsical word picture. It brings back happy memories of grasshoppers spraying like fountains as we crossed the pastures.

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    1. Thanks. We certainly have our grasshopper years! I like having some fun playing with words and images and a bit of parody. Appreciate your comment.


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