Clouds

Clouds rack & drive before the wind 
In shapes & forms of every kind 
Like waves that rise without the roars 
& rocks that guard untrodden shores 
Now castles pass majestic bye 
& ships in peaceful havens lie 
These gone ten thousand shapes ensue 
For ever beautiful & new

The scattered clouds lie calm and still 


& day throws gold on every hill 


Their thousand heads in glory run 


As each were worlds & owned a sun 


The rime it clings to everything 


It beards the early buds of spring 


The mossy pales the orchard spray 


Are feathered with its silver-grey

I will be speaking: 11am Saturday, 28th March 

At the John Clare Cottage in Helpston

to the title, “The Woke John Clare”

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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