- This
was the first poem I ever wrote. I was fifteen at the time.
I still like it. Hope you do too.
A Victorian Daydream
I was walking in a field of flowers
I had been there for many hours.
I looked past my gown of silk Brocade
At the loveliest roses in the shade.
I glanced around to see a bird
Whose joyful song could well be heard.
I saw instead amidst the trees
A man who knelt upon his knees
He said to me "It was so fine a day
I couldn't bear to waste it all away
So my basket I filled with food and wine
And came out here in the sun to dine."
He was setting out a picnic feast.
He was not rushing in the least.
So I dined with him and was entranced
Whilst in the moonlit night we danced.
I turned my head coquettishly
To shoo away a bumblebee,
And suddenly I was fifteen.
If only my dream had really been.
Amanda
