I wandered lonely in a cloud
That floats quite slowly, drenching me
When all at once, I saw some folks
It was a German family
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Pronouncing doubleyous as vees

This was written on a very wet walk in Queenstown. I consequently had two poetic responces, this from my Grandad:

I wandered slowly as a cloud
formed on my tiny screen.
I cursed in silence (not out loud -
there’s far too many in the crowd
in Chippenham’s library scene).
At last I got to Philip’s stuff,
obscured by cyber fog.
Queenstown’s small – but big enough
to thrill the blood
by water, rope or bungy.
Hang on! What’s this?
It’s really good!
It’s Wordsworth’s latest blog.