The spring is sprung, the grass is riz.
I wonder where the boidie is.
They say the boidie’s ‘on the wing.’
But that’s absoid. The wing is on the bird.
A Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
A happy occasion for all of us—what with the bright sun, vibrant colors, and a general air of merriment—spring is the perfect time of year for joyful events and celebrations. Read more