My mother's aye jealous of loving,
My father's aye jealous of play,
So what with them both there's no moving,
I'm in durance for life and a day.
O who shall I get for to marry me?
Who will have pity to woo?
Tis death any longer to tarry me,
And what shall a poor maiden do?
Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings.
#photography #poetry #environment
Image by my friend #AnnieLee
No comments:
Post a Comment