Were you there?

Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man’s soul. . Now in Maytime to the wicket Out I march with bat and pad: See the son of grief at cricket Trying to be glad. . Try I will; no harm in […]

  The Wind that Shakes the Barley   There’s music in my heart all day, I hear it late and early, It comes from fields are far away, The wind that shakes the barley.   Above the uplands drenched with dew The sky hangs soft and pearly, An emerald world is listening to The wind […]