Beyond yon straggling fence that skirts the way...

Did you learn vast amounts of poetry at school?   Perhaps, like the subject in this particular poem,  it was in a time now past.  I was reminded of this when out in the country with son and DiL who were house hunting.  The countryside was positively bucolic with these daisies, buttercups, poppies and many other wild flowers opening up after a few days of rain.

Sad to hear of the death of Beach Boys Brian Wilson - the sounds of my childhood growing up on a major NZ surfing beach.