… leads to joy
The climbing meets us & the pleasant grass
& hedgerows old with arbours ready made
For weariness to rest in pleasant shade
Surround us & with ecstasy we pass
Wild flower & insect tribes that ever mate
With joy & dance from every step we take
In numberless confusion all employ
Their little aims for peace & pleasures sake
& every summers footpath leads to joy
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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Summer
The wild flower of the summer fields
Clothes every swelling hill
& angels voices seem to shield
In murmurs of the rill
Clothes every swelling hill
& angels voices seem to shield
In murmurs of the rill
That whimpers o'er its winding source
As clear as morning showers
Where grass & weeds grow rank & coarse
& clouds of watered flowers
The fallen oak stripped of its bark
In the wood valley lies
Where dropping down the woodland lark
Sings summer melodies
As clear as morning showers
Where grass & weeds grow rank & coarse
& clouds of watered flowers
The fallen oak stripped of its bark
In the wood valley lies
Where dropping down the woodland lark
Sings summer melodies
#poetry #environment
#honesty
Image by my friend Carry Akroyd
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Ramping kecks
Where beesom weed that high wind leaves
Blossoms & blooms above the eaves
The old cow crib is mossed & green
As if it just had painted been
The ramping kecks in orchard gaps
Shake like green neighbours in white caps
On which the snail will climb & dwell
For three weeks in its painted shell
There the white nosed ‘clock a clay’
Red & black spot[t]ed sits all day
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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Love is
The idol of man’s worship — faces fair
Were my enchanted magic from a boy
The pouting lip the colour of the hair
Left me in raptures next of kin to care
I loved & wooed them in the field like gems
Were my enchanted magic from a boy
The pouting lip the colour of the hair
Left me in raptures next of kin to care
I loved & wooed them in the field like gems
Of too much value for the clown who sung
The azure bluebells in their sapphire stems
Among green bushes low their mute bells hung
These seemed loves modest maidens dew bestrung
With blebs o' mornings glittering pearls
I loved them in the valleys where I sung
The azure bluebells in their sapphire stems
Among green bushes low their mute bells hung
These seemed loves modest maidens dew bestrung
With blebs o' mornings glittering pearls
I loved them in the valleys where I sung
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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All delight
Sweet smile the passing hours
& Summers pleasures at their height
Are sweet as are her flowers
The purple morning waken'd soon
The middays gleaming din
Grey evening with her silver moon
Are sweet to mingle in
While waking doves betake to flight
From off each roosting bough
While Natures locks are wet with night
How sweet to wander now
& Summers pleasures at their height
Are sweet as are her flowers
The purple morning waken'd soon
The middays gleaming din
Grey evening with her silver moon
Are sweet to mingle in
While waking doves betake to flight
From off each roosting bough
While Natures locks are wet with night
How sweet to wander now
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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The orchis tribes
Haunting thy mossy steeps to botanize
& hunt the orchis tribes where natures skill
Doth like my thoughts run into phantasies
Spider & bee all mimicking at will
Displaying powers that fool the proudly wise
Showing the wonders of great natures plan
In trifles insignificant & small
Puzzling the power of that great trifle man
Who finds no reason to be proud at all
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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