i had a dream of Wordsworth he came and sat with me
upon the grass so green underneath a tree
he told me of his passion of how he loved to write
putting words on paper and making life so bright
he told me off the daffodils the poem he like the most
gathered close together how they made a host
he was very humble and said that life was free
then he began to read his poetry to me
his words they meant so much and had a lot to say
the memory of my dream will never go away.