Classic poem of the day
Low hung the leaden clouds o'er Reading paths;
The damp breath of the salt east wind was chill;
And far from spring-like seemed the cheerless day,
While sad its influence on the heart and will.
There came an hour when rifted clouds proclaimed
That still the sun above them brightly shone:
Then came thy message, and with happier heart
I sped with thee o'er paths before unknown.
Along the country roads we quietly ride,
And wat......
Member poem of the day
Mothers feeding babies - excitement around bird tables
