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Poem of the day

Because some days, you need a poem.

Down by the Salley Gardens – WB Yeats

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

4 replies on “Poem of the day”

Love is a dog sled racing through the arctic with the cold wind in its teeth. It slogs up and down the blinding white snow drifts avoiding little tufts of tundra and nestles down at sunset with a fire just large enough to leave your hands cold.

At night
The ice weasels come.

Sara: Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps, in a way, that’s one of the best parts, too.

Joseph: Well said, and darn those ice weasels! Good to hear from you. 🙂

Indeed that is one of the best parts. Even when it’s over, you can look back and know that the young, foolish you held nothing back.

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