Labour sought a sheltering place
Neath some thick wood woven bower
While odd rain drops dampt his face
Heralds of the coming shower
Where the oak plank crosst the stream
Which the early rising lass
Climbs each morn wi gathering cream
Crookd pads tracking thro the grass
Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings.
#photography #poetry #environment
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment