The ploughman’s song

"My love is young & handsome 
As any in the town
Shes worth a ploughmans ransom 
In the drab cotton gown”
He sang & turned his furrow oer 
& urged his team along
While on the willow as before 
The old crow croaked his song
The ploughman sung his rustic lay 
& sung of Phoebe all the day

The crow he was in love no doubt 
& [so were] many things
The ploughman finished many a bout
& lustily he sings
"My love she is a milking maid 
With red rosy cheek
Of cotton drab her gown was made
I loved her many a week”
His milking maid the ploughman sung 
Till all the fields around him rung

 

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

Comments welcome below

Green & Happy

The blossom burthened never weary May 
Again with natures folks keeps holiday
Trees hide themselves in green & happy birds 
Sing sweeter songs that can be breathed in words
The very winds sing sonnets to the sky
& sunshine bids them welcome so that I 
Feel a new being as from healthier climes
& shape my idle fancies into rhymes 
Of natures ecstasy in bursting flowers

& birds nest-building & sunshiny showers 
That on the south west wind in singing moods 

Sprinkle their drops like manna oer the woods, 
Where I still love my careless limbs to fling 
Among the shadows of young leafy spring

 

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

Comments welcome below

Wild life

The frog croaks loud & maidens dare not pass 
But fear the noisome toad & shuns the grass
& on the sunny banks they fear to go 
Where hissing snakes run to the floods below
The nuthatch noises loud in wood & wild
Like women turning skreekers to a child
The schoolboy hears & brushes through the trees 
& runs about till drabbled to the knees
The old hawk winnows round the old crows nest
The schoolboy hears & wonder fills his breast
He throws his basket down to climb the tree 
& wonders what the red blotched eggs can be
The green woodpecker bounces from the view 
& hollow as they buzz along kew kew 




#poetry #environment 

#honesty

Comments welcome below

Ploughman singing

Here morning in the ploughmans songs is met
Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,
And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,
Shows not her sleeve of grey to know her bye.
Woke early, I arose and thought that first
In winter time of all the world was I.
The old owls might have hallooed if they durst,
But joy just then was up and whistled bye
A merry tune which I had known full long,
But could not to my memory wake it back,
Until the ploughman changed it to the song.
O happiness, how simple is thy track.
Tinged like the willow shoots, the east's young brow
Glows red and finds thee singing at the plough




#poetry #environment 

#honesty

Comments welcome below

Come lovley Jenny

Come lovley Jenny haste away

Quickly come make no delay
Come & view these sweetful flowers
Nurs'd by Aprils softest showers
Haste & greet their happy shade
Soon they'l wither soon they'l fade
Then haste my dearest haste away
Come & taste the sweets of May

Lovley sweets that never cloy
Happiest hours that yield to joy
Hedgerows dappl'd green & white
Look so graceful to the sight
Meadows cloth'd in yellow hue
Banks streak'd oer with vi'lets hue
Yet their charms will soon decay
Soon they'l fade & dye away




#poetry #environment 

#honesty

Comments welcome below

The Kirk at Upton

Her voice shouted Roger, like throwing a stone

So give up old Soldier and let her alone

Go away with ye Roger young Man do I see

If you're an old Soldier you may march on with me.

I went with the maiden over heath and o'er plain

And when Sunday was come too, I saw her again

I saw her, and courted the sun from the West

And left my last kiss on the mole of her breast.

I kissed, and we’re married, and bedded and all

And the old Kirk at Upton the green wedding saw

For the grass it was green and our years was the same

And from morning to Evening none called us to blame




#poetry #environment 

#honesty

Comments welcome below

Midwood silence

The sun beams scarce molest me wi a smile 

So thick the leafy armies gather round 

& where they do the breeze blows cool the while 

Their leafy shadows dancing on the ground 

—Full many a flower too wishing to be seen 

Perks up its head the hiding grass between— 

In midwood silence thus how sweet to be 

Where all the noises that on peace intrude 

Comes from the chittering cricket bird & bee 

Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude




#poetry #environment 

#honesty

Comments welcome below