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Liz Ixer

@lizixer.bsky.social

Nature educator. Tweets on urban nature and natural history (can often be found staring at hedges); history; folklore; books and reading, libraries; music; art

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LIlizixer.bsky.socialOct 9, 2024 9:33pm

I think this poem by Laurence Binyon is just lovely #poem #poetry

THE HOUSE THAT WAS
Of the old house, only a few crumbled
Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a squared stone, lying mossy where it tumbled!
Sprawling bramble and saucy thistle mock
What once was firelit floor and private charm
Where, seen in a windowed picture, hills were fading At dusk, and all was memory-coloured and warm, And voices talked, secure from the wind's invading.
Of the old garden, only a stray shining Of daffodil flames amid April's cuckoo-flowers, Or a cluster of aconite mixt with weeds entwining!
But, dark and lofty, a royal cedar towers By homely thorns: whether the white rain drifts Or sun scorches, he holds the downs in ken, The western vale; his branchy tiers he lifts, Older than many a generation of men.

Liz Ixer

@lizixer.bsky.social

Nature educator. Tweets on urban nature and natural history (can often be found staring at hedges); history; folklore; books and reading, libraries; music; art

42 followers41 following86 posts