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'Tis the season of Eastertide and cherry blossoms. Sandra Williams shares a favorite poem.
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.
~A. E. Housman 1859 –1936
Interesting, Bob. Thanks, but I wonder how that related to people’s probably very strong religiously beliefs back then —-not the fact that there’s evil, but that there’s some kind of symbol that can stop it; that sounds more like witchcraft.
Sunny, with a high of 65 and low of 40 degrees. Sunny in the morning, clear for the afternoon and evening, overcast overnight.