Down the lanes of boyhood, hear their laughter ring!
See the tousled army marching straightway to a spring;
Flat upon the ground they fall, just to get a drink,
Here’s a thirst emporium where glasses never clink,
No glittering place of red and gold the passer-by to snare,
Yet, rich with Nature’s coloring, a thousand times more fair.
Edgar Albert Guest ~ The lanes of boyhood
Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures for my grandson, who is another year older today
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Happy birthday to your grandson!
thank you – and hope Ben is still doing well?
Yes, Ben is doing fine. Thank you for asking about him. He has a birthday next week.
Sending birthday wishes to Ben then too!
Thank you! I’ll pass them on to him.
Beautiful pick for your grandson, Laura! Happy Birthday to him! 🙂 xoxoxo
many thanks Marina – I try to make sure he has the necessary privacy when posting his pics and these give nothing much away other than they epitomize the lanes of boyhood 🙂
And you’ve done that very well too! [I know what you mean] xoxoxo