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 and black spot[t]ed sits all day
keck=cow parsley
Clock a clay=ladybird
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