And I’ll tell you one thing
And this is quite good
And it has a good ending
And it’s right that it should
And though there’s a chill
And it’s still hanging on
And there’s no way of knowing
And you feel put upon
And your thoughts turn to Spring
And your voice turns to song
And you know it’s now March
And it won’t be that long
And then things will blossom
And the trees will turn green
And the days will be warm
And be the best they have been
Robert Frost
(1874 – 1963)
William Shakespeare
(1564 – 1616)
Maya Angelou
(1928 – 2014)
Pablo Neruda
(1904 – 1973)
Emily Dickinson
(1830 – 1886)
Langston Hughes
(1901 – 1967)
Rabindranath Tagore
(1861 – 1941)
William Wordsworth
(1770 – 1850)
Shel Silverstein
(1930 – 1999)
William Blake
(1757 – 1827)
Leave a Reply