Summer is a thing of the past, and many of us are back to the routine of our teaching days (and nights!). Although our district does not go back to school until September 9th., and I am still in semi-summer mode, I ran into a group of students shopping for supplies who were clearly back to school and none too happy. Their shoulders seemed to sag as they reached for notebooks and pens and paper, their lazy summer days a distant memory already.
From Songs of Experience
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet company!
But to go to school in a summer morn, -
O it drives all joy away!
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.
Ah then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning's bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring!
O father and mother if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, -
How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
I'll be spending this almost-last day of August driving my youngest to college. But the ever able Mister Linky is here to lend a hand and collect your Poetry Friday offerings!