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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Revisiting Labyrinth -1


The beauty and life of certain poems is eternal and thus they capture the imagination of their audience in all times and from all age-groups. For example, the following poem, 'A Boy's Song', was written by J. Hogg (1770-1835), and I am sure that all of us can relate to this poem in some way or the other like, some of you might have actually done such terrain exploration by the countryside and longing for such times again or, you might never have seen them except in pictures but, long for such things always, or you had slightly different background setup but with similar emotions i.e. similar childhood emotions and memories from the past but, in a different setting like a doll-house, or a bicycle-racing etc.




Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
There to track the homeward bee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That's the thing I never could tell.

But this I know, I love to play
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.


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