This blog is still very much under construction. I had two different ideas for posts this evening and I just could not get my thoughts to congeal. So again I will leave you with the immortal prose of William Blake. At my blog I hope to be posting poetry and prose from many different authors from the ancient to the modern, William Blake just happens to be one of my favorites. Hopefully a more content heavy post will be coming in a few days.
When the green woods laugh, with the voice of joy
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by,
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
When the meadows laugh with lively green
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing Ha, Ha, He.
When the painted birds laugh in the shade
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread,
Come live & be merry and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of Ha, Ha, He.