Poetry Friday

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Pictured above are the daffodils which right now are brightening up my kitchen window-sill. When I stand at the sink clearing up after meals, I am cheered by their sunshiny golden gorgeousness.  I love the fact that they bloom each year faithfully, right where they are planted.  There they sit in the frozen, hard, ground all year and then at the first sign of spring, up they come like a bright yellow sun.

I remember once comparing my cancer treatment to the seasons – I was diagnosed in autumn, as the days were darkening; began chemotherapy in the darkest days of winter, shedding my hair like the leaves from the trees in autumn; my newly sprouted hair emerged with the first signs of spring; and in the sunshine of summer, all treatment was over. I found it a powerful and comforting image to hold onto. So when I look at the yellow daffodils, that beautiful harbinger of spring, I see a symbol of rebirth, fresh opportunities and above all hope.  My wish for you today if you are reading this in the bleak dark winter of illness, grief or suffering, hold onto this image and know that you too will experience spring again in your own life.

And so today’s poem is actually a verse, which I came across this week. I had never heard it before, but I’m guessing it is some kind of girl guide song that would be sung around a campfire.   So if anyone can tell me anything about it, I would love to hear more. Is it a song you are familiar with? Does it hold any associations or memories for you?

I love the mountains.
I love the rolling hills.
I love the flowers.
I love the daffodils.
I love the fireside.
When all the lights are low.

Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.I love the flowers.

I love the daffodils.
I love the mountains.
I love the rolling hills.
I love the fireside.
When all the lights are low.

 Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.

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