Saturday, May 2, 2009

Song On May Morning


Now the bright morning-star, day's harbringer,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The lowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, That dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.


John Milton . 1608-1674

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I grew up in Chautauqua County, NY. I graduated from Edinboro University of Pennyslvania in 1981 with a BFA in Jewelry and Metalworking. I have been married 31 years. I currently run a small business with my husband. We both enjoy the outdoors and animals a great deal and live on a tiny farm in Western, NY.