Longfellow sets my soul aglow
with his Chestnut Tree so tall,
and Tennyson paints quite a show
with his Flower in a Crannied Wall.
I look out at my lovely lawn
and search for inspiration,
Creativity has escaped this dawn,
I’m filled with consternation.
Wordsworth had his Daffodils
to set the hearts to sighing,
but it’s tough for me to feel a thrill
when all I see is dandelion.