The weeders...

[Image: Peter de Wint]

The weeders go to weed the wheat
The weather fine & fair
& find a pleasant dinner seat
To eat their dinner there

The ploughman gets a pleasant boon
& whistles all the way
& leaves his team in after noon
For weeding half the day

The maiden plagued for being fair
Laps thistles in her gown
& gets behind him unawares
To prick the noisey clown

He only turns again & smiles
Nor tries to get away
& runs & stops her at the stile
& so they end the day

John Clare, Poems of the Middle Period
ed. Eric Robinson, David Powell and P.M.S. Dawson

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