[OESY]

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

— A. E. Housman

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[Mama_Bear]

Oh, that is a beautiful poem......made me a bit sad though. I really do want to see the cherry blossoms again someday. Have you been to DC when the trees are in bloom?

Thank you for your contributions to Amy’s Place. I always enjoy them, even if I don’t say so at the time. :-)

[JustAmy]

Double WOW, OESY.

Both poems and graphics were beautiful.

Thank you for your contributions.

[La Enchiladita]

562 and 564: Oooh-Ahhh, Oooh-Ahhhh.....:):)

[MEG33]

I love the poetry,pretty graphics, revisit to WashingtonDC
and the cuddles

Dust of Snow by Robert Frost (1923)

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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