Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen […]
Relativity There was a young lady named Bright, Who travelled much faster than light, She Started one day In the relative way, And returned the previous night. by Arthur Barker . . . Wednesday 1st September 2021 Uhlsport United Counties League Premier Division South Northampton ON Cheneks 0 Bugbrooke St Michael’s 2 Daniel Porter 11, […]
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 […]
