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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