Let the wealthy and great,
Roll in splendour and state,
I envy them not i declare it,
I eat my own lamb,
My chickens and ham,
I shear my own fleece and i wear it,
I have lawns,I have bowers,
I have fruits,I have flowers,
The lark is my morning alarmer,
So joyful boy's now,
Here's god speed the plough,
Long life and success to the farmer!!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Shake a leg mother nature! cheer us up.
I'm out looking for signs ! something to enthuse And convince me that spring is here!
And despite the grey sky and sodden ground,, And the deep chill i think i found some.