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Dear Readers, it has been very blustery these past few days, as Storm Bert has rolled through wreaking havoc in all directions. But having looked at the list of storm names for the 2024/5 season, my eye falls upon the name beginning with ‘V’, which just happens to be mine (correct spelling too!) Lets’ hope that we don’t get that far through the alphabet, as I’m pretty sure that we’ll be needing an ark if we do.

And here is today’s poem. I find it very relatable – we always seem to want to be somewhere else, looking at something else, rather than where we are. Though as time goes on I find myself happier and happier to be looking at the weather through a window rather than getting drenched or knocked on the head by a falling branch. See what you think!

Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day
Anne Brontë 1820 – 1849

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,
The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.

I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing
The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing,
And hear the wild roar of their thunder to-day!