Foulës in the frith,
The fishës in the flod,
And I mon waxë wod;
Much sorwe I walkë with
For beste of bon and blod.
– An anonymous, Middle-English lyric poem from around 1300 CE. We each walk with much sorrow.
[daily log: walking, 7km]
Day: April 11, 2018
Caveat: Poem #620 “Demonstrated wisdom at age 13”
ㅁ I put her there, in front of class. I said, "You're teacher - boss!" The boys in back were bad, They joked, and made the rudest sounds. She stood, With folded arms and grave aplomb and verve: "If you don't mind, I'd like to go on now." For all the world an old hand at these things. In fact she showed more wisdom than I do, In such soft voice, at such an age - thirteen.
– some lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).
