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.
Sadly my three score years and ten will not come again also. I am aware of it and hope that a little of myself will live on in my poems as A E Housman's have done.
One thing is for certain, it is by reading such poetry written by wonderful poets such as above, that you get inspiration, and from this particular poem I was inspired to write my poem Ode to the Daffodils which starts:
Loveliest of flowers, the daffodils,
From springtime gardens rise and spill
Their beauty to the world around,
Bulbs deep in the still-cold ground.
Why not be inspired and start your own poem in a similar way, ie Loveliest of birds the lark ........... Loveliest of trees, the oak . . .
or whatever you consider to be lovely in the natural world. Get your metre correct and be inspired. Josie