[Feiny]

I think this is my last one (no promises).

Poetry of William Blake

THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells' cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.

Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
'Such, such were the joys
When we all--girls and boys -
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.'

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry:
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.

[DollyCali]

YOU ARE AMAZING !!!!

Thank you for all your wonderful contributions.. and how could I ever forget mean Joe Green! or The Hulk (liked the TV show & the movie).

I never knew about horny/green M & Ms(is it too late?).

I should have consulted with you last night! I like wm Blake also but am not familiar with that poem

Keep your green stuff
acoming, it is fun!