Here is an Ode I wrote to Wordswoth with my friend at school.
Wordsworth, who was in his day brave,
Lived many a trial;
Though he stood by many a grave,
Had courage all the while.
He wrote about trees and flowers--
He sat by many ponds.
His garden was a pretty bau'r
Of which he was so fond.
Through all his troubles he still wrote,
His poems oft' had morals
Some were about a stolen boat,
Or woods or streams, or florals.