Ode to Wordsworth

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.