& stood to listen ploughmen sing
While cracking whip & jingling gears
Recalld the toils of boyish years
When like to them I took my rounds
Oer elting moulds of fallow grounds—
With feet nigh shoeless paddling through
The bitterest blasts that ever blew
Daily #JohnClare postings
#poetry #environment
Image by my friend #JohnAbbott
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