Flickr Pinterestby A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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Simply beautiful...both the poem and the picture.
ReplyDeleteMy flowering trees bloomed and faded but I almost cried when I saw that my lilac blooms were hit hard and nipped with frost.{{{SIGH}}}
I just wanted to thank you for stoppin' by Cow Patty Surprise last week.
God bless ya and have an amazin' day!!!
hello Jennifer,
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and lovely image..I adore your header. I tell my kids that God created all this beautiful Spring that we get to enjoy. What a glorious time of the year.
God Bless
xx
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aahh...20 will not come again...I love that line.
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