I wandered lonely as a cloud in King’s Lynn

I wandered lonely past Goldings

On the way to work until,

When all at once I saw a gathering,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the church, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the boats that line

And oft bob on the fisher fleet,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along Lynn Minster on Church Street:

A hundred saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Lynn lumiere beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling lights in glee:

This reporter could not but cheer,

As the first sign of spring is seen:

I gazed and gazed and then I thought

What wealth the bloom in Lynn had brought.

And so, whilst seated at my desk,

I type the words for a story,

To describe the daffodils, statuesque,

Of which pictures are in the EDP,

And readers' hearts with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.