When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen
& yellowhammers gathering the dry bents
By the dyke side on stilly moor or fen
Feathered with love and natures good intents
Rude is the tent this architect invents
Rural the place with cart ruts by dyke side
Dead grass horse hair & downy-headed bents
Tied to dead thistles she doth well provide
Close to a hill of ants where cowslips bloom
& shed oer meadows far their sweet perfume
In early spring when winds blow chilly cold
The yellowhammer trailing grass will come
To fix a place & choose an early home
With yellow breast & head of solid gold
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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