Chailey Heritage Old Scholars Association
APRIL
Fickle April, changing by the hour,
Conceals herself within a shower,
Then, when all hope of warmth is gone,
Will blind the world with molten sun.
Entices trees and flowers with growth
Then, with a frost, will blight them both.
But fickle April tricks herself this way
And falls a victim to the wiles of May.
Annie’s Page
Website design by Ian Sowerby (ian@iansowerby.com) Hosting by My Tech Team
