Happy Friday! I hope everyone has some fantastic plans for the weekend. I have spent most of today dissertation writing and will be doing the same over the weekend as well as prepping a church service for Sunday and practising music for two church services so I doubt I will get much fun reading in but I will try.
My chosen poem today is by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) who was an English novelist and poet. I must admit he is one of my favourite authors and I must get around to reading more of his work as I haven’t for a while.
Weathers I This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers be tumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly: And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at 'The Travellers' Rest', And maids come forth sprig-muslim drest, And citizens dream of the south and west, And so do I. II This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I; When beeches drip in browns and duns, And thresh, and ply; And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throw, And meadow rivulets overflow, And drops on gate-bars hang in a row, And rooks in families homeward go, And so do I. Thomas Hardy