Heaths

Ye brown heaths be cloathed in furze as ye be 
My wild eye in rapture adores e'ery feature 
Yere as dear as this heart in my bosom to me 
O native endearments I woud not forsake ye 
I woud not forsake ye for sweetest of scenes 
For sweetest of gardens that nature coud make me 
I woud not forsake ye dear vallies & greens 
Tho nature neer dropt thee a cloud resting mountain 
Nor water falls tumble their music to thee 
Had nature denyd thee a bush tree or fountain 
Thou still woud bin lovd as an eden by me

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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