Not quite Wordsworth

'Daffodils' is arguably one of the most popular poems of the Romantic Age.....
'....I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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....'

One can easily imagine how the poet's excitement as he happened across a field full of blossoming daffodils on a blustery April morning way back in 1802, the biting wind encouraging the blossoms to dance and jostle in the breeze.

I wonder how the poem would have unravelled, had Wordsworth been strolling acoss a field in Shropshire on a wonderfully still and sunny June, only to happen upon this beautiful field of crimson poppies. Its hard to imagine the poem 'Daffodils' being 'Poppies'. But with skylarks chattering overhead and the gentle twitter of song-thrushes in the hedgerows: the stillness and wonderful sight of poppies nodding lazily, reaching up towards the sunlight in ethereal embrace, I can imagine that Wordsworth would have found the eloquent words to convey the beauty of this scene into a poem equally as well remembered as 'Daffodils'

'....I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and seas,
When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of crimson poppies;

No...lets leave it as it was originally inspired. But with a nod to that great poem that never was, simply because Wordsworth chose to take a walk in April and not June.