dedalus Posted December 2, 2014 Share Posted December 2, 2014 A little rill runs by this hidden hill And we stretch ourselves under summer sun; We lazily joke and talk our fill, Young men whose lives have just begun. The news is bad yet we don’t feel sad, For what difference can it make to us? The wasps and midges drive us mad, But shortly we’ll go home by bus. In a glance I take in the passing dance Of the sky and fields and grass stalks puny; My life hovers over its next advance, In September I'll go up to uni. A gentle breeze now whispers through the trees, And idly I view the future unseen; There will be no better times than these, Lazy summer, 1914. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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