Thursday, April 1, 2010

A Boy's Song

Well, they did it. I was gone for all of four days and they grew without even asking my permission. A Boy's Song

Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
There to track the homeward bee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That's the thing I never could tell.

But this I know, I love to play
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

James Hogg

5 comments:

Footprints Diary said...

Hi Richele,
Well, fancy that - how dare they do that??? lol

Have a wonderful and blessed Easter,
Love, Jillian ♥

Nick Manson said...

I know how you feel. My baby turns 15 on Wednesday. Ouch. It all happens in an instant.

juliecache said...

Aw. Sweet poem. i can totally relate.

Nick Manson said...

Thought of Max today listening to the second story in the Enemy Lines episode of last week’s This American Life on NPR. Apparently there has been some success curing one’s asthma by introducing hookworms. Hmm. http://feeds.thisamericanlife.org/talpodcast

Jeanne said...

Awwwwww

Hugs all round from me to you.