Leave Nothing But Footsteps, Take Nothing But Memories
Spring words!
- By: Sarah Males
- 6th March
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Lively words for the coming of spring
Every month we have been trying to psot a piece of writing from earlier visitors to the peaks, inviting 21st century readers to taste earlier experiences of these craggy hills and deep dales. Our latest challenge offers two pieces – that hopefully catch something fo the promise of spring…
Have a read, and send us what you think about these words, thoughts and images: you don’t need to write a poem! A sentence will do, or a paragraph or scrawl a postcard on-line….and I know the image isn’t of anemones! but this is from a spring morning in the dales just last week
from “The Tables Turned, an evening on the same subject”
UP! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
UP! up! my Friend, and clear thy looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! ‘tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music on my life
There’s more of wisdom in it
William Wordsworth 1798
from “The Botanic Garden”
All wan and shivering in the leafless glade
The sad ANEMONE reclined her head;
Grief on her cheeks had paled the roseate hue,
And her sweet eyelids dropp’d with pearly dew.
“See, from bright regions, borne on odorous gales
The Swallow, herald of summer sails
Erasmus Darwin 1791
a burst of March sunshine
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