They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove […]
Geordie was a villian. Geordie Crump was a villian Geordie Crump was really hard Geordie Crump did sliding tackles In Windy Nook school yard………ouch But I had too much skill for him Nutmegged him once or twice But for making a mug of Geordie I paid a hefty price. While waiting for a corner kick […]
No, the bugle sounds no more, And the twanging bow no more; Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill; There is no mid-forest laugh, Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight, amaz’d to hear Jesting, deep in forest drear. From “Robin Hood” by John Keats (1795-1821) . . […]
Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England–now!! Robert Browning (1812-1889) . . . Tuesday 1st April 2014 […]
