Spring is here and the cherry trees around our home are in full bloom. When I drew this work I did have, almost, ‘fifty more’ years left (well forty perhaps), alas no longer.
This poem by H E Houseman comes from his work
” A Shropshire Lad’- Which I thoroughly recommend.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now.
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 threescore 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.