Friday Poetry

Here is my chosen poem of the week, my first Tennyson poem since school. Hope you enjoy it.

The Oak

Live thy Life,

Young and old,

Like yon oak,

Bright in spring,

Living gold

 

Summer-rich

Then, and then

Autumn-changed,

Soberer-hued

Gold again.

 

All his leaves

Fall’n at length,

Look, he stands,

Trunk and bough,

Naked strengh.

 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

 

Lady Book Dragon.

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