summer’s splendid heat
For our writing today, we looked at an Anglo-Saxon verse… none of us speak it, but we just loved the sound of it, and there was a translation which helped us work out what it meant. Forst sceal freosan, fyr wudu meltan, eorðe growan, is brycgian, wæter helm wegan, wundrum lucan eorðan ciðas. An sceal […]
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Lois Elsden 