Wordsworth’s Lament I wandered lonely as a cloud—Oh dear! I watched the dance of daffodils—Oh my! When on my couch in vacant mood I lie I feel their wealthy fluttering draw near. I see them toss their heads like twinkling stars; A sparkling, sprightly, jocund company. I gaze, I gaze, they outdo waves with glee; A host, a crowd, ten thousand avatars. They flash within my pensive inward eye; My heart is oft with pleasure filled each day. Alone a poet could not be but gay; Especially great Romantics such as I. I cringe to think that out of all the rest, This poem might one day be deemed my best. Class Action The photos of my grandson always turn out Blurred. He’s always on the go. Perpet- Ual motion personified. He seems dead set On living out his life on walkabout. From the hall he hurtles through the door; He bounds across the room and up the stair’ He’s neither here nor there; he’s everywhere! A track and field prodigy at four. Next year he will be old enough (alas!) For kindergarten where his teacher will Expect the children to stand deathly still While someone takes a picture of her class. The photograph, no doubt, will be approved, Despite my grandson being the one who moved. James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers.