Poem of the Week 31

Loveliest of Trees

A.E. Housman


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 three score 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.


Poem of the Week 30

How to Successfully Persuade Your Parents to Give You More Pocket Money

Andrea Shavick


Ask, request, demand, suggest, cajole, or charm

Ingratiate, suck up to, flatter, compliment or smarm

Negotiate, debate, discuss, persuade, convince, explain

Or reason, Justify, protest, object, dispute, complain

Propose, entreat, beseech, beg, plead, appeal, implore

Harass, go on about it, pester, whinge, whine, nag and bore

Annoy, insult, reproach, denounce, squeal, scream, and shout

Go quiet, subdued, look worried, fret, brood, tremble, shiver, pout

Act depressed, downhearted, upset, snivel, sigh

Go all glum and plaintive, wobble bottom lip and cry

Sniff, sulk, grumble, stare at ceiling, mope, pine, stay in bed

Get cross, get angry, fume, seethe, fester, agitate, see red

Provoke, enrage, push, bully, aggravate and goad

Screech, smoke, burn up, ignite, spark, detonate, EXPLODE


And if all that doesn’t work


Here are two little tricks

That should do it with ease


No. 1: smile

No. 2: say please.

Poem of the Week 29


William Wordsworth


I wander’d lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.


Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch’d in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:


For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

Poem of the Week 28

A Light Exists in Spring

Emily Dickinson


A Light exists in Spring

Not present on the Year

At any other period –

When March is scarcely here


A Colour stands abroad

On Solitary Fields

That Science cannot overtake

But Human Nature feels.


It waits upon the Lawn,

It shows the furthest Tree

Upon the furthest Slope you know

It almost speaks to you.


Then as Horizons step

Or Noons report away

Without the Formula of sound

It passes and we stay –


A quality of loss

Affecting our Content

As Trade had suddenly encroached

Upon a Sacrament.