A Spike of Green When I went outThe sun was hotIt shone uponMy flower pot. And there I sawA spike of greenThat no one elseHad ever seen! On other daysThe…
March by Barbara Baker
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A Spike of Green When I went outThe sun was hotIt shone uponMy flower pot. And there I sawA spike of greenThat no one elseHad ever seen! On other daysThe…
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chatted all the way; But left me none the wiser For all she had to say.
I wandered 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…
do not lose faith; there is reason to hope:
Just climb up your ladder; he’ll throw down his rope.