Bonny March

The bonny March morning is beaming 
In mingled crimson & grey
White clouds are streaking & creaming 
The sky till the noon of the day
The fir deal looks darker & greener
& grass hills below look the same
The air all about is serener
The birds less familiar & tame

Heres two or three flowers for my fair one
Wood primroses & celandine too
I oft look about for a rare one 
To put in a posy for you
The birds look so clean & so neat
Though theres scarcely a leaf on the grove
The sun shines about me so sweet
I cannot help thinking of love

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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