Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Written in March

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!

Written in March, by William Wordsworth

I booked my board registration exams this morning! Exciting stuff. Now to hold myself togeather, comeplete this semester and graduate. Easy peasy?! ha


  1. Yay!!! Graduate you will be with blue skies and all!!!

  2. Blue skies...nothing but blue skies....(sung VERY off key, but you get my drift, right?)

  3. You can do it! Never give up, never surrender.