Lines 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!

I studied for one year in St. Patrick's School, Asansol. The above poem by William Wordsworth

is from my second standard reader.

What simple language. What a lovely poem! I am sure it would bring fond memories to many

of you.

Have a nice day! And if you need an air-conditioner, you may mail me!!