2024-03-22

Daffodil Day 2024

    daffodils

One of my earliest forays into poetry was Bullwinkle the Moose reciting Daffodils by William Wordsworth. I was but a child but it struck me as quite the artistic endeavor and over the years I have never felt that Rocky and Bullwinkle were ever given adequate recognition for their significant contributions to comedy and the arts in general.

Today begins Daffodil Days. They are held in March as a vehicle to raise funds and awareness for cancer under the auspices of the Canadian Cancer Society. The daffodil is a very cheery flower and I have loved to see them planted along roadways and sidewalks since those childhood days of Bullwinkle.

The daffodil has served as a symbol of hope and resilience for those who must cope with the ravages of cancer since the 1950s. The bloom represents the work done by researchers and physicians working toward cures and improvement of treatment modalities.

It is disturbing to note that in my reading the cures are being suppressed by big pharma in favor of continuous treatments because they generate an uninterrupted revenue stream. Much like the stupidity of Eisenhower who declined energy technology from the Nordics opting instead for the disasterous Greada Treaty with the Zeta Reticulans aka "gray aliens". He left us to the whims of the fossil fuel and other energy companies and allowed extraterestrials to kidnap and experiment upon us. Can you say Dulce Base boys and girls ?

What stupidity in governnment we must continually suffer. From Dick Durbin and his credit card company exploits to the general criminality of the Biden family. To think we must continue to put up with the Biden administration in light of what has been proven and on top of everything else.

So yes, the daffodil offers hope. Sometimes I think dying of cancer would be far better than living in a world run by the democrats.

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That 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.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

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