Written for Living Poetry where Bart asks us
to write a poem incorporating the words
‘common’, ‘rise’, and ‘Wordsworth’.

In common fields where daylight starts to rise,
I walk the paths that Wordsworth might have known.
No mountain peak, no vast and storied skies,
Just dew-lit grass and morning sunlight, shone.
He found in simple things a kind of light,
A common flower worth a poet’s gaze.
So I look up and let my spirit rise
To meet the ordinary with my praise.
NAR©2026
This is “Here Comes The Sun” by The Beatles
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Nicely done. Thanks for writing to my three-word prompt!
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Thank you! It’s my pleasure.
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Lovely!
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Thanks, Sis!
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So much joy and appreciation in this poem. Sets the mood!
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Thank you for a very lovely comment, Liz. ☺️
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Delightful, Nancy – I love that song too.
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Thanks, Dear Keith. You can never go wrong with a Beatles song. ☺️
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Beautifully written.
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Thanks very much, Mark.
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A field of wonders, well worth wandering through my friend …
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Thank you for a lovely comment, my dear friend, and a great song by Sting. 🥰
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Always my pleasure my friend 🥰🎶
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That’s a very Wordsworthesque piece Nance love it as I do the beautiful track 😎
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There’s not a single thing wrong with a George Harrisong! Thanks so much for your truly gracious comments, Ange. 🥰
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🩷💕🩷
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Beautiful written ❤️
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Thank you, Maggie. 🥰
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