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Friday, March 22, 2013

The village ...... Down Memory lane ...

Just stumbled upon this poem ....

Was Reminded of my childhood days spent visiting my grandma in the village for summer vacation.

Still remember the essays i pain stakingly wrote on the village life in the starting of every school year for homework.

Now realise the essence of the words that were dully but truthfully poured on the blank pages.

Now crave to go back to those vacations as a carefree child to fully live them once again...............

The Village Green

On the cheerful village green,
Skirted round with houses small,
All the boys and girls are seen,
Playing there with hoop and ball.

Now they frolic hand in hand,
Making many a merry chain;
Then they form a warlike band,
Marching o'er the level plain.

Now ascends the worsted ball,
High it rises in the air,
Or against the cottage wall,
Up and down it bounces there.

Then the hoop, with even pace,
Runs before the merry throngs;
Joy is seen in every face,
Joy is heard in cheerful songs.

Rich array, and mansions proud,
Gilded toys, and costly fare,
Would not make the little crowd
Half so happy as they are.

Then, contented with my state,
Where true pleasure may be seen,
Let me envy not the great,
On a cheerful village green.

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