Happy Good Friday everyone, I hope you all have some yummy hot cross buns.
I will be honest it is only my blog that is keeping me on track of what day it is.
The poem I have chosen is all about the arrival of the cuckoos which usually happens mid April.
The Woods and Banks
The woods and banks of England now,
Late coppered with dead leaves and old,
Have made the early violets grow,
And bulge with knots of primrose gold.
Hear how the blackbird flutes away,
Whose music scorns to sleep at night:
Hear how the cuckoo shouts all day
For echoes – to the world’s delight:
Hullo, you imp of wonder, you –
Where are you now, cuckoo? Cuckoo?
W. H. Davies