Old Owl's photos with the keyword: Poetry

"Blue Remembered Hills" by A.E. Housman Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. ***** Meehan Range, Tasmania

"Wet Evening in April" by Patrick Kavanagh The birds sang in the wet trees And I listened to them it was a hundred years from now And I was dead and someone else was listening to them. But I was glad I had recorded for him the melancholy.