On this Easter Sunday we have a virtual Easter Bonnet Parade and a poem chosen by our community, to hopefully brighten up the bank holiday blues.
Loveliest of Trees
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.
Happy Easter from Liverpool Irish Centre