A poem from my youth

[hog]

My Dad read this poem to me when I was naught but knee high to a grasshopper.
Has some Bushy connotations (sp ? ) thought I would share it for those who have not read it before.
[h=2]A Boy's Song[/h] Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
There to track the homeward bee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That's the thing I never could tell.

But this I know, I love to play
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.


James Hogg 1770.

 

[Power]

A perfect way to start the day, sitting in an office and this was a good boost for moral, plus i think i will read this to my nephew who is due to be born in the next few days. i thank you.

 

[hog]

Its a pleasure, I dont do poetry but this one I like.

 

[Power]

same here, but i think i will try and do a carving for this so it can be hung in the nursary also.

 

[hog]

You can get a burner that will do something similar to scrim work but for wood, I know there are Guys on the Forum who do stuff like that.

 

[Power]

new to this carving and woodwork, so should be a challenge. but a worth while one.