Not Daffodils

The First Poem I Remember Writing Was School Work At The Age Of Ten About King Canute. The Teacher I Think Felt Like The King Unable To Hold Back The Tide. The Stanzas Like Waves Kept Coming. Later English Was My Main Subject In Which I Got A Degree. However I Chose To Teach Juniors Rather Than English At A Higher Level Perhaps Fearing Frustration? If Anyone Asked Me The Question They Asked Mr. Chipping I Would Have Answered As He Did Hundreds Of Themand All Boys. I Had A Memorable Experience At A Summer School At Reading University When I Recited Two Of My Bereavement Poems. You Wont Cry Will You? The Tutor Asked Me Beforehand. No I Replied But They Will I Could Have Added With Hindsight Every Cloud Can Have A Silver Liningyes A Good Poem. It Is Good To Make People Laugh And I Do Like To But I Prefer The Salt In Tearscrisps And Salted Peanuts Rather Than Jelly Or Sweet Biscuits At A Party. However In Not Daffodils I Have As It Were Held A Mirror To A Known Poem And Reflect Its Beautyas In Lea-Creaver And Shut Outor More Often Humorously To Distort It.