This week’s poetry of the week reflects the gorgeous weather we have been having, and how wonderful it is seeing all the plants and animals of Fife having such fun.
It is from Rupert Brooke’s “The Hill”, and are my favourite lines of poetry. Brooke of course did not survive the First World War, and it is also a good time to remember the countless wastes of life in that war, and in all the conflicts since. Kiss the lovely grass everyone.
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.