tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76159862024-03-28T06:56:04.435+00:00John Clare WeblogFrom Helpston in rural Northamptonshire, John Clare was born in 1793. He is now regarded as the most important poet of the natural world from Britain. He wrote many poems, prose and letters about love, sex, corruption and politics, environmental and social change, poverty and folk life. Even in his 'madness', his talents were not diminished. Ronald Blythe, past President of the Clare Society, saw Clare as "... England's most articulate village voice".
Clare died, aged 71, in 1864.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1615125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-884524563990011002024-03-28T06:53:00.007+00:002024-03-28T06:55:31.576+00:00The wild journey<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div dir="auto"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4b3X2jQXih7voRI0YMwL2WnT-zrudw1VgY_X8UyGXqSKc8iqNRIiD0J__FYZPAXEytZDt0tKjI4GlmOBgjZEdZjRZqUzeQoZJ-KIsbGBjBaqSwpZyPPQ1ymKNzaEBcH2ZCZ9E7Gt_xm5I1HdbXPpgGHsH9iIi2QH_61McXcSHadNnQ4EWvV9T/s847/IMG_2465.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="847" data-original-width="803" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4b3X2jQXih7voRI0YMwL2WnT-zrudw1VgY_X8UyGXqSKc8iqNRIiD0J__FYZPAXEytZDt0tKjI4GlmOBgjZEdZjRZqUzeQoZJ-KIsbGBjBaqSwpZyPPQ1ymKNzaEBcH2ZCZ9E7Gt_xm5I1HdbXPpgGHsH9iIi2QH_61McXcSHadNnQ4EWvV9T/w379-h400/IMG_2465.jpeg" width="379" /></a></div><br />He hears the wild geese gabble oer his head</div><div dir="auto">& pleasd wi fancys in his musings bred</div><div dir="auto">He marks the figurd forms in which they flye</div><div dir="auto">& pausing follows wi a wondering eye</div><div dir="auto">Likening their curious march in curves or rows</div><div dir="auto">To every letter which his memory knows</div><div dir="auto">While far above the solitary crane</div><div dir="auto">Swings lonly to unfrozen dykes again</div><div dir="auto">Cranking a jarring mellancholy cry</div><div dir="auto">Thro the wild journey of the cheerless sky</div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div><span style="color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span><br /></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></div></div><br /></div></div></div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image of Cranes by my friend #CarryAkroyd</span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-56185587329090167762024-03-27T06:35:00.004+00:002024-03-27T06:36:14.580+00:00Wildest dress<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOudnL6sLdw9ctktZv3Q2QcgmtgOjNZKNKPlZ6rm2iNOzJ5XMY9J9hf8z4l6eEtSC-eOLy4nj5pbNDfvMVmgaSO1be4O6yifCiICLLKDOAE8iZn3lyPD50X2wW1FoL-hKjOgCAMk6Pc6GOeD0wFj_wJlqkxvc35fX0G0bHt4l9SEAPZcm7Qhf/s1677/IMG_2461.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="1677" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOudnL6sLdw9ctktZv3Q2QcgmtgOjNZKNKPlZ6rm2iNOzJ5XMY9J9hf8z4l6eEtSC-eOLy4nj5pbNDfvMVmgaSO1be4O6yifCiICLLKDOAE8iZn3lyPD50X2wW1FoL-hKjOgCAMk6Pc6GOeD0wFj_wJlqkxvc35fX0G0bHt4l9SEAPZcm7Qhf/w400-h325/IMG_2461.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Spirit of the woods awake</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">In thy wildest dress appear<br />Trace with me the curdled brake<br />Sound thy wildness in my ear<br />Genius of the woods that dwells<br />Sweeping boughs & grains among<br />As I climb thy rough rude dells<br />Breath thy roughness in my song</span></div></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-63701396883239507152024-03-26T07:43:00.001+00:002024-03-26T07:45:32.474+00:00The book I love<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvQgSwqbZi8IBFfeIiKNvd_R8LCjaMu-_69U7MGz87ywAIZEh-X0Tx3109S7NcAyfCo2jKS0Z0YXUy1evDWkqZM5H0CL_Ksj-ZG5L2AnNBnK7jQOjaAm2g8ggG4bLyQlxQ3VSmQ8Cq1BtMP5XGE60YGa0UUKXkVDT8eBJ9CPWdhiGfuhfskva/s2592/IMG_1476.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1936" data-original-width="2592" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvQgSwqbZi8IBFfeIiKNvd_R8LCjaMu-_69U7MGz87ywAIZEh-X0Tx3109S7NcAyfCo2jKS0Z0YXUy1evDWkqZM5H0CL_Ksj-ZG5L2AnNBnK7jQOjaAm2g8ggG4bLyQlxQ3VSmQ8Cq1BtMP5XGE60YGa0UUKXkVDT8eBJ9CPWdhiGfuhfskva/w400-h299/IMG_1476.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />A photo I took in the archive in November 2012... and this of another unpublished Clare manuscript. It is an honour to be able to go and study these texts -- and seek to decipher Clare's handwriting!</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;">The book I love is everywhere,<br />And every place the same;<br />God bade me make my dwelling there,<br />And look for better fame.<br />I never feared the critic's pen,<br />To live by my renown;<br />I found the poems in the fields,<br />And only wrote them down.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"></span><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;">(from "Sighing for Retirement)</b><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><b>(lines 9 to 16)</b></span></span><div><span style="color: #002e3f; font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="border-color: rgb(102, 0, 0); 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caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqfE0z8UvUkozSXDzrqyu0U0D-zgi47FCQv8eZMUKHfqHCqv0mCVRwGmMTG8xzMhDzZxyRpBqD0kMQeU7nVLwYwIGWHelu-Vcc2A0Em7O_u64reUDjYVwXRZVS-_sJNYvsWIPyxZjmmUVqKx9Zq-EswaERArCCouXJs0IiV-WeSzOI3AM7oNm/s2036/IMG_2460.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1351" data-original-width="2036" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqfE0z8UvUkozSXDzrqyu0U0D-zgi47FCQv8eZMUKHfqHCqv0mCVRwGmMTG8xzMhDzZxyRpBqD0kMQeU7nVLwYwIGWHelu-Vcc2A0Em7O_u64reUDjYVwXRZVS-_sJNYvsWIPyxZjmmUVqKx9Zq-EswaERArCCouXJs0IiV-WeSzOI3AM7oNm/w400-h265/IMG_2460.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />On that side view the meads their smoothing green<br />Edg'd with the peeping hamlets checkering brown<br />Here the steep hill as dripping headlong down<br />While glides the stream a silver streak between<br />As glides the shaded clouds along the sky<br />Brightning & deep'ning loosing as they're seen</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">In light & shade—so when old willows lean<br />Thus their broad shadow—runs the river bye<br />With tree & bush repleat a wilderd scene<br />& mossd & Ivyd sparkling on my eye—<br />O thus wild musing am I doubly blest<br />My woes unheeding—& my heart at rest</span></div></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIAtyElaf_NGQY0pGX4Cr0HFEtJixp16F3aov5_0D0wwitOx7VsUsI1otg9C0H_SoHVfrTviFNC7-zCT5vN6znhqyzji06zZzWfAFzNFs9delPK6SnjbzuyQs8S3_QXlrszRHv5cmyabwyR4Z3fe_uWGQVY5ltId-yLwb7Ggq0nOjKujFBvsPY/s828/IMG_0912.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="828" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIAtyElaf_NGQY0pGX4Cr0HFEtJixp16F3aov5_0D0wwitOx7VsUsI1otg9C0H_SoHVfrTviFNC7-zCT5vN6znhqyzji06zZzWfAFzNFs9delPK6SnjbzuyQs8S3_QXlrszRHv5cmyabwyR4Z3fe_uWGQVY5ltId-yLwb7Ggq0nOjKujFBvsPY/w400-h283/IMG_0912.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Wereover many a stile neeth willows grey<br />The winding footpath leaves the public way<br />Free from the dusty din & ceasless chime<br />Of bustling waggons in the summer time<br />Crossing a brook—were braving storms in vain</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Two willows fell & still for brigs remain<br />Corn field & clover closes leading down<br />In peacful windings to the neighbouring town</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span><br /></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></div></div><br /></div></div></div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd</span></span></div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black;" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-38738525624541247702024-03-23T06:43:00.004+00:002024-03-23T06:45:19.390+00:00The droning bee<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxq-u41uFWKKXsSQb5NlhtaEzUCkadpY088Glc3gAlO0b1NqpuqJcp0C-D-XWlqM38mgVZkH3x40W2hAk2-BSSBtJ4g0jZvZNEP2QYtkSRfZRvleBtVY6Zri2ZGGuB-pkXub6Psc0B9pco0GtzPGrSWJrCTmCvuPfFAYCoF_alA-tebkg2oQy/s1239/IMG_2459.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="1239" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxq-u41uFWKKXsSQb5NlhtaEzUCkadpY088Glc3gAlO0b1NqpuqJcp0C-D-XWlqM38mgVZkH3x40W2hAk2-BSSBtJ4g0jZvZNEP2QYtkSRfZRvleBtVY6Zri2ZGGuB-pkXub6Psc0B9pco0GtzPGrSWJrCTmCvuPfFAYCoF_alA-tebkg2oQy/w400-h265/IMG_2459.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The droning bee has wakened up</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">& humming round the buttercup</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">& round the bright star daisy hums</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">O'er every blade of grass he passes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">The dewdrop shines like looking glasses</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In every drop a bright sun comes</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">'Tis march & spring bright days we see</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Round every blossom hums the bee</span></div></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-50829320458028626542024-03-21T09:18:00.001+00:002024-03-21T09:19:04.956+00:00The Early Daisy<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLLvoj0Oy0Yhd226a-Dok1-kt_r0jW3Ax3QOE0brFw509am5eGdevTHoILZB9l3S7Fq70AqVjXGmUKgWM0cW91FizFom2w_9Qsh96eDwRV5YBxg-ACzXz2GQTLoh46CjfqCW14u5VgnwnDUKisQ3Pwjc8x4GJJPMwTYmctmubQRLDETgSbpDB/s2046/AAAAA.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1468" data-original-width="2046" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLLvoj0Oy0Yhd226a-Dok1-kt_r0jW3Ax3QOE0brFw509am5eGdevTHoILZB9l3S7Fq70AqVjXGmUKgWM0cW91FizFom2w_9Qsh96eDwRV5YBxg-ACzXz2GQTLoh46CjfqCW14u5VgnwnDUKisQ3Pwjc8x4GJJPMwTYmctmubQRLDETgSbpDB/w400-h288/AAAAA.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />With all the pleasant things<br />That come with spring<br />What time the mavis builds & sings</span><div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: 36pt;"><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>I love the daisy well</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: 36pt;">Ere hedges throw a sprout</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: 36pt;">Of greenness out</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: 36pt;">They peep and shine about</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;">&</span></i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"> care not where they dwell<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Beside the garden pales<br />Their silver bloom prevails<br />& glads the childrens tales<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">While sitting there at play<br />In the grass they come & crowd<br />Wherever weeds allowed<br />A footing they are proud<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In glad springs early day<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Sallows that by the little pond recline<br />& sweetly shine<br />In tasselled gold seem not so sweet as thine<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Low blooming at their foot<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ive thought so when a boy<br />In plays employ<br />Racing the lambs in joy<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">& resting at its root<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The blackthorns like a sheet<br />& faintly sweet<br />Pale March in hedges meet<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Like snows in bloom<br />But daisies came before<br />On green and moor<br />& ere snowstorms were oer<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I saw them come<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />The mind will dream and cling<br />T<span style="font-family: inherit;">o pleasant things<br />That come again with spring<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As when health used to go<br />Down little paths & spy<br />Cowslips so nigh<br />That as we wandered by<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: inherit; padding: 0cm;"><span>Would pat agen the shoe</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span><br /></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></div></div><br /></div></div></div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #TonyGale</span></span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-92067818596331574512024-03-20T06:24:00.002+00:002024-03-20T06:24:51.312+00:00Breathing Spring<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoydjIySa_zqUyWBzys9mgv-p4m5b3GgjcK1OjsnhmA4yUW9clwaAr2MS7PwO1S07hSC0L1IF9bVS3V91oEG5gfX6VxL_M2eI3Ders_9pL2Vxfu7v7AObXOUQrcuDAdzw_ImFSnepOjMeyGCPGsq2TK1fzpenmtMUESHPm6xdqqb5EygeF_MeH/s1442/IMG_2455.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1007" data-original-width="1442" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoydjIySa_zqUyWBzys9mgv-p4m5b3GgjcK1OjsnhmA4yUW9clwaAr2MS7PwO1S07hSC0L1IF9bVS3V91oEG5gfX6VxL_M2eI3Ders_9pL2Vxfu7v7AObXOUQrcuDAdzw_ImFSnepOjMeyGCPGsq2TK1fzpenmtMUESHPm6xdqqb5EygeF_MeH/w400-h279/IMG_2455.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Welcome gentle breathing Spring</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Now the birds are heard to sing</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">And the budding tree is seen</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Putting forth her tender green</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">O delightful season hail</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">May my footsteps never fail</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">When time permits to visit thee</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">And view thy new born scenery</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-54108386598384379712024-03-19T07:03:00.003+00:002024-03-19T07:04:25.879+00:00Wherever I be<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbI-TVbsRB08anEQB4VCbTKUz0aBA5RRp7TeqfZfjb9qSjUBEmSkQIJT7kuYBsgBjyOpn3G3XfjuPYVKGD6M6TulKXcioHqvqD3wCy2-sgtY9TsF3PvmBvZgIIwlKynEWRp8vYRy_WGhlkFh4d6PAXeZiE4nwnnO4GqaQHqdwo7GsUpSUglxV/s1967/IMG_2454.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1315" data-original-width="1967" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbI-TVbsRB08anEQB4VCbTKUz0aBA5RRp7TeqfZfjb9qSjUBEmSkQIJT7kuYBsgBjyOpn3G3XfjuPYVKGD6M6TulKXcioHqvqD3wCy2-sgtY9TsF3PvmBvZgIIwlKynEWRp8vYRy_WGhlkFh4d6PAXeZiE4nwnnO4GqaQHqdwo7GsUpSUglxV/w400-h268/IMG_2454.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />How could I how should I — that loved her so early</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Forget when I've sung of her beauty in song</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">How could I forget what I've worshiped so dearly</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">From boyhood to manhood and all my life long</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">As leaves to the branches in summer comes daily</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& blossoms will bloom on the stalk & the tree</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">To her beauty I'll cling & i'll love her as truly</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& think of sweet Mary wherever I be</span></span></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-33216258144235433422024-03-18T06:15:00.005+00:002024-03-18T06:16:53.134+00:00Full & brimming<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOlHZtAideGpTDc3M0Ftr8MGxeUDHw4w66tudL-1H7zCuTi1f1KIVFeFiwDp2bGmMekRA-upUsGe3gHmEqUVaN8p9tNoZb0h0_V7EU_waRQIHx-PCA6-WC2Xo_yhQNyUEeNSXTagCjUeAp0lAbeqA7LHlKphu-dq_r5yy5sbX_729hckNbMqy/s1789/IMG_2453.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="1789" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOlHZtAideGpTDc3M0Ftr8MGxeUDHw4w66tudL-1H7zCuTi1f1KIVFeFiwDp2bGmMekRA-upUsGe3gHmEqUVaN8p9tNoZb0h0_V7EU_waRQIHx-PCA6-WC2Xo_yhQNyUEeNSXTagCjUeAp0lAbeqA7LHlKphu-dq_r5yy5sbX_729hckNbMqy/w400-h300/IMG_2453.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The floods come o’er the meadow leas<span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">The dykes are full & brimming<br />Field furrows reach the horses knees<br />Where wild ducks oft are swimming<br />The skies are black the fields are bare<br />The trees their coats are loosing<br />The leaves are dancing in the air<br />The sun its warmth refusing</span></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-60746715832973759182024-03-17T06:53:00.005+00:002024-03-17T06:54:49.288+00:00Living luscious tinting<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CoKWC2Z5VR5S7EwfQsTSkKonrn7MYVzC643ANFZXGxHNGEy2_XpXANM_LDw6V4DJHo1NKeLRbfT30S3CRTP0pmMB3Z-mlVg86S7yQHX5r5GSso5OXG-3_0pjfy-lIemnnkwd2VWOehhZMD-iNo2PW5ZjtJXbV2a8QvkwmF_VmRwqgQ6l3vTt/s1603/IMG_2451.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1292" data-original-width="1603" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CoKWC2Z5VR5S7EwfQsTSkKonrn7MYVzC643ANFZXGxHNGEy2_XpXANM_LDw6V4DJHo1NKeLRbfT30S3CRTP0pmMB3Z-mlVg86S7yQHX5r5GSso5OXG-3_0pjfy-lIemnnkwd2VWOehhZMD-iNo2PW5ZjtJXbV2a8QvkwmF_VmRwqgQ6l3vTt/w400-h323/IMG_2451.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The rich brown-umber hue the oaks unfold </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When springs young sunshine bathes their trunks in gold </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So rich so beautiful so past the power </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of words to paint—my heart aches for the dower </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pencil gives to soften & infuse </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This brown luxuriance of unfolding hues </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This living luscious tinting woodlands give </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Into a landscape that might breath & live</span></div><div dir="auto"></div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-24827308655986880392024-03-16T06:40:00.005+00:002024-03-16T06:41:32.615+00:00Wind the lane<div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxsnKfeK9GxaMF-iZ7ca9LTFa3bXPA4kHeveExDrEKUCyfGothWN38fg5KnDJnP4LjyqaRzIh4vlq1tZEUeRko2t-pGQFCYpTvzYCTm1rGPYWDkOnvUDuR_cyxherb6PYLMNsrSnPHui4qx3mMNzsE-fMvvtXCGFR_vmVvE_GQ3CweMU0zAkf/s2046/IMG_2450.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="2046" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJxsnKfeK9GxaMF-iZ7ca9LTFa3bXPA4kHeveExDrEKUCyfGothWN38fg5KnDJnP4LjyqaRzIh4vlq1tZEUeRko2t-pGQFCYpTvzYCTm1rGPYWDkOnvUDuR_cyxherb6PYLMNsrSnPHui4qx3mMNzsE-fMvvtXCGFR_vmVvE_GQ3CweMU0zAkf/w400-h263/IMG_2450.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />How sweet to wind the lane confined as now</div><div dir="auto">In a lovd prison of oer hanging boughs</div><div dir="auto">As loosd & wirls each turning round & round</div><div dir="auto">Some new variety keeps d[r]op[p]ing in</div><div dir="auto">Fresh flowr or scene speckt cot or steeples point</div><div dir="auto">Just sprouting oer the horizon still changing sweet</div><div dir="auto">[Flowering] lovley & for ever new</div><div dir="auto">As on proceeding to the lanes last end</div><div dir="auto">[Pastor[a]lls] gently on a hill whose rise commands</div><div dir="auto">A bursting view apprising on the eye</div><div></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></div></div><br /></div></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #002e3f;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #RachelBurch</span></span></div></span></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-6760472184620859622024-03-15T06:42:00.005+00:002024-03-15T06:43:51.715+00:00Heaven unfolding<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXHeIVW3aM2pF55E6DJn2plkvv0LCgLhmg8khu3lJjSpV-bcAzP0u0zVWF67XGWIp2T9-tL1XDHA4oI4hlKfivBl4dRUhY4CbRxMPhxH1jTDQnarW0YuaGgiZhYX3TAHthHdeFNR62iLJl6KSuzI9QT_7BuQ6X0lHTZxvluJE-rUjOZ5qPYz_/s2023/IMG_2409.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="2023" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXHeIVW3aM2pF55E6DJn2plkvv0LCgLhmg8khu3lJjSpV-bcAzP0u0zVWF67XGWIp2T9-tL1XDHA4oI4hlKfivBl4dRUhY4CbRxMPhxH1jTDQnarW0YuaGgiZhYX3TAHthHdeFNR62iLJl6KSuzI9QT_7BuQ6X0lHTZxvluJE-rUjOZ5qPYz_/w400-h225/IMG_2409.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The scene it was cheery when I met my deary</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In evens cool mantle of dew<br />T’was heaven unfolding in sunset so golden<br />But ah it was sweeter far sweeter beholding<br />Fond love at its first interview</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">O fond loves excesses the heart how it blesses<br />Wi the jem of our raptures in view<br />We fancy none fairer we fancy none dearer<br />There may be as true but we think none sincerer<br />Loves sketches are perfectly drew</span></div></div><div dir="auto"></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-25143629887231489422024-03-14T06:35:00.004+00:002024-03-14T06:36:45.218+00:00Fire streak burning<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQf0Aad4o3IEK9JIOT0PZ-odvgy0U00wBvOL5DiF2AlHWSYqFVfKtDzNZchRR-SmfzBFp86j03EKztzqFcvclX-miiUZTZJbQeWhaZe3RGqekvhZTqVFbc32N_itYlvHu1UN7dElRktiLyjdQP708U8DTf5B6LQleAUtcFyOMDUZe2AX63wOoe/s1587/IMG_2277.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="1587" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQf0Aad4o3IEK9JIOT0PZ-odvgy0U00wBvOL5DiF2AlHWSYqFVfKtDzNZchRR-SmfzBFp86j03EKztzqFcvclX-miiUZTZJbQeWhaZe3RGqekvhZTqVFbc32N_itYlvHu1UN7dElRktiLyjdQP708U8DTf5B6LQleAUtcFyOMDUZe2AX63wOoe/w400-h386/IMG_2277.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />O now the crimson east its fire streak burning</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tempts me to wander neath the blushing morn</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Winding the zig zag lane turning & turning</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As winds the crooked fences wilderd thorn</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">O wheres the eye can gaze upon the dawn</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-15712550973347700552024-03-13T06:40:00.006+00:002024-03-13T06:42:12.469+00:00Wi hobbling strides<div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0x2hB01kds41zE182qccEeJ6qQXV15pJhmYwcyaU1OTmN-E5wuyfKhnYcc_YC2v4BgOfm_xillPTtJDG-w0CxmLde_utPly1NSspmvGumlrY3PtnF-7MIsFMs_ml4_kluVZRW6pODiGB0X-Njouc-EGxOMOJphp3xGZJ9RwHwAU5WDTd0oP5o/s1213/IMG_2443.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1115" data-original-width="1213" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0x2hB01kds41zE182qccEeJ6qQXV15pJhmYwcyaU1OTmN-E5wuyfKhnYcc_YC2v4BgOfm_xillPTtJDG-w0CxmLde_utPly1NSspmvGumlrY3PtnF-7MIsFMs_ml4_kluVZRW6pODiGB0X-Njouc-EGxOMOJphp3xGZJ9RwHwAU5WDTd0oP5o/w400-h368/IMG_2443.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />While the cows wi hobbling strides</div><div dir="auto">Switching slow their flye bit hides</div><div dir="auto">Rubs the pastures creaking gate</div><div dir="auto">Milking maids & boys to wait</div><div dir="auto">As the sunshine leaves the skye</div><div dir="auto">As the day light shuts her eye</div><div dir="auto">O wi thee to meet the breeze</div><div dir="auto">Neath the shade of awthorn trees</div><span style="background-color: white;"></span></div><br /></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></div></div><br /></div></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #002e3f;"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #JohnAbbott</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-42319925910443359082024-03-12T06:52:00.003+00:002024-03-12T06:53:22.220+00:00Ten weeks of frost<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOrGuX_sGeiJ5ha5aFd_YK8jLtPD14K6IUjsQo6xz20ThPqX3hqD4yMb4mXFGahYU28-zBeWrcm4wgM25jT527yDrFfJMHJxDeZY-oE29J83Xg5CSVjlqPHRkSHynKeL8Yefe2xA46OZW9oqjDrkchrLysvwwSuR_-mNfR8T3X9PQk46L1cCd/s1353/IMG_2439.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1353" data-original-width="1148" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOrGuX_sGeiJ5ha5aFd_YK8jLtPD14K6IUjsQo6xz20ThPqX3hqD4yMb4mXFGahYU28-zBeWrcm4wgM25jT527yDrFfJMHJxDeZY-oE29J83Xg5CSVjlqPHRkSHynKeL8Yefe2xA46OZW9oqjDrkchrLysvwwSuR_-mNfR8T3X9PQk46L1cCd/w340-h400/IMG_2439.jpeg" width="340" /></a></div><br />Oh, far is fled the winter wind,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">And far is fled the frost and snow,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">But the cold scorn on my love's brow</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Hath never yet prepared to go.</span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;">More lasting than ten winters' wind,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">More cutting than ten weeks of frost,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Is the chill frowning of thy mind,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Where my poor heart was pledged and lost.</span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;">I see thee taunting down the street,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">And by the frowning that I see</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">I might have known it long ere now,</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Thy love was never meant for me.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-13579155923532530832024-03-11T06:38:00.001+00:002024-03-11T06:38:58.845+00:00Lingering by the streams<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogrgTvzxskQOa3zXZ4UZx5FTkR6mRme7tFr0HHeR4MXgCFI67ZlUnS_jdX5h3G8SoaTV_9XwmCIyqmIMqJqlDOHPDvBobQ-FV3zRHIFQnmSYQDAJZcBFldBkCc2GmL3YGM4WbRWn-9Pejpd_rzAEQDs4Nec-v3F7OIVrp5HRfzZTZVJYZSE2j/s2045/IMG_2431.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2045" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogrgTvzxskQOa3zXZ4UZx5FTkR6mRme7tFr0HHeR4MXgCFI67ZlUnS_jdX5h3G8SoaTV_9XwmCIyqmIMqJqlDOHPDvBobQ-FV3zRHIFQnmSYQDAJZcBFldBkCc2GmL3YGM4WbRWn-9Pejpd_rzAEQDs4Nec-v3F7OIVrp5HRfzZTZVJYZSE2j/w400-h271/IMG_2431.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Wether curious waste an hour</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pausing oer each tasty flower</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or expounding natures spells</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">From the silt pick out the shells</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Or as lingering by the streams</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where more sweet the music seems</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Listen to the softning swells</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of some distant chiming bells</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mellowing sweetly on the breeze</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Raising falling by degrees</span></div><div></div></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #RachelBurch</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-12175996436246094292024-03-10T07:01:00.001+00:002024-03-10T07:01:34.407+00:00I’m in durance<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4N6ZBkNIBEpqp6a8SEVsdfbej1ZnzZfZq4JsXp7bpg6z6A1KNvHF7AjXJ-_qRI0DcAE205nf5rhWnOhwsFGYUq1MXO3lQ88DppQKEu2WxTy68cslZS1v2JUXlPuqib_0GBaJ5JEl5nzI72yD2tB__tHzBbRHvxSmnNuU6oPQjkWJHw7acvYq/s1334/IMG_2445.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1334" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4N6ZBkNIBEpqp6a8SEVsdfbej1ZnzZfZq4JsXp7bpg6z6A1KNvHF7AjXJ-_qRI0DcAE205nf5rhWnOhwsFGYUq1MXO3lQ88DppQKEu2WxTy68cslZS1v2JUXlPuqib_0GBaJ5JEl5nzI72yD2tB__tHzBbRHvxSmnNuU6oPQjkWJHw7acvYq/w400-h400/IMG_2445.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />My mother's aye jealous of loving,</div><div>My father's aye jealous of play,</div><div>So what with them both there's no moving,</div><div>I'm in durance for life and a day.</div><div>O who shall I get for to marry me?</div><div>Who will have pity to woo?</div><div>Tis death any longer to tarry me,</div><div>And what shall a poor maiden do?</div></div><br /></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></div></div><br /></div></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Image by my friend #AnnieLee</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-78848456974149421552024-03-09T06:39:00.003+00:002024-03-09T06:39:36.260+00:00The Wren<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcD8PNsAg3gMob3Ee6oi8FkWe9Pr5DzVpIVrs2ftmHcPbYZNIW7Whv6gtUdu0z_-MtzDk_aIOZFyEKEFkXjec9gUCdXDU-pVHurf6j1A23xSbvZTrFXgcE9X0YmWVz1oAR5QWtcar0OAfJXamblUgEESR4wwCkH-tgmBF2yN8AfSHWbWDAMkc/s2178/IMG_2441.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2178" data-original-width="1363" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghcD8PNsAg3gMob3Ee6oi8FkWe9Pr5DzVpIVrs2ftmHcPbYZNIW7Whv6gtUdu0z_-MtzDk_aIOZFyEKEFkXjec9gUCdXDU-pVHurf6j1A23xSbvZTrFXgcE9X0YmWVz1oAR5QWtcar0OAfJXamblUgEESR4wwCkH-tgmBF2yN8AfSHWbWDAMkc/w400-h640/IMG_2441.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></p><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f; font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-45301937625979638802024-03-08T06:41:00.005+00:002024-03-08T06:42:43.790+00:00By her ain gate<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgVQ4iDxOZn8S1BInOraMi4-3SMCKczBU9zATHxdXPb0N1j1criY84-ik_kSVoYbTkKpHNSgWWpOsQoITGyVP9bHhieq1SHVa40YzjEHlc3IqgG86FaTY-PAiJ03Yws5jLTgi2lt1l4N2FvyQCsc7Gpvvu-epRRZNRXoXFpQCG9VcYkXJJgr5/s1133/IMG_2442.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1133" data-original-width="856" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgVQ4iDxOZn8S1BInOraMi4-3SMCKczBU9zATHxdXPb0N1j1criY84-ik_kSVoYbTkKpHNSgWWpOsQoITGyVP9bHhieq1SHVa40YzjEHlc3IqgG86FaTY-PAiJ03Yws5jLTgi2lt1l4N2FvyQCsc7Gpvvu-epRRZNRXoXFpQCG9VcYkXJJgr5/w303-h400/IMG_2442.jpeg" width="303" /></a></div><br />The winter stays till e'en & the spring it canna cum</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& every cannie bud is nipt up before the bloom</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">The winter winna gae & it stays a day oer lang</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Sae the flowers they canna blossom & the birdies get nae Sang</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">The young & cannie maiden canna gang by her ain gate</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">But brazen ruffian winter mun teaze her suin & late</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Her gown to shun the dirt oft leaves her ancle bare</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">For her gown it is the best & her ony sabbath ware</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div dir="auto"></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-29236269671451040472024-03-07T06:52:00.002+00:002024-03-07T06:52:59.008+00:00Green domains<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbsLGQwK2-PsZqhSs9YI8wthe7wRbWuKa1UnWr4bjn9_eMWRdqencJ_uWkcnx6GJbHcif26XWF2dnKfMGwhggPIR-ZgMKVIslEbqviMnhu9DuK8lpDUavMZ0f7fkdfOIfP9N-jix49bnLpaO6FE7sMdyu3UMjZhBv7vv1Qo8zh3pIy7nld1M_/s1591/IMG_2438.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1455" data-original-width="1591" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbsLGQwK2-PsZqhSs9YI8wthe7wRbWuKa1UnWr4bjn9_eMWRdqencJ_uWkcnx6GJbHcif26XWF2dnKfMGwhggPIR-ZgMKVIslEbqviMnhu9DuK8lpDUavMZ0f7fkdfOIfP9N-jix49bnLpaO6FE7sMdyu3UMjZhBv7vv1Qo8zh3pIy7nld1M_/w400-h366/IMG_2438.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Give me the leisure of a summers day</span><br />With one old friend to loiter it away<br />Were level meadows stretch their green domains<br />Alive with joys of laughing maids & swains<br />Some making hay beside our pleasant paths<br />& mowers sweeping with their even swaths<br />Discoursing onward with our lines & hooks<br />With some refreshments nor without some books</span></div><div dir="auto"></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-84620145856857835742024-03-06T06:24:00.004+00:002024-03-06T06:25:06.885+00:00Weeds along the fen<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJP7BE-dhxCLWfxgHCmCLMR4JN6QTmuU4m8JXXxfz3W_CsLqAzWmgJPEDgjUbXUjMWSCiIQZphw8FXI8rPHhR91yPokT3oevODmCx-whfhKmtQ3fM4kM9fnyFnn6sFpZOpH2085WpUxSlekyK4DZ0sOC-2df6Acl7wp_XKWu1fdEQnq-euNoJ/s2046/IMG_2435.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1146" data-original-width="2046" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJP7BE-dhxCLWfxgHCmCLMR4JN6QTmuU4m8JXXxfz3W_CsLqAzWmgJPEDgjUbXUjMWSCiIQZphw8FXI8rPHhR91yPokT3oevODmCx-whfhKmtQ3fM4kM9fnyFnn6sFpZOpH2085WpUxSlekyK4DZ0sOC-2df6Acl7wp_XKWu1fdEQnq-euNoJ/w400-h224/IMG_2435.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />O for the pasture fields & fen</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When shall I see such rest agen</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love the weeds along the fen</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">More sweet then garden flowers</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Freedom haunts the humble glen</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That blest my happiest hours</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here prisons injure health & me</span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love sweet freedom & the free</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="border-color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="border-color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="border-color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-76524743240347133432024-03-05T06:50:00.003+00:002024-03-05T06:51:57.289+00:00Nibbl’d by the sheep<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkRCHorNwe44G5Fp9wdaWCF-Oq4rdjE33GmDuCMjyzN_QX1J1UselD0A6a1KYYBTq4ln6pI1x7aaDduc13342lP3nIh0Qtc9i6AfG_gXWNTOoHuRWPNKXb5dpo6dkhjyt_8_fi-c-U7Q5-e1mkRmoG5fYvIAptqjtQbJsGqUHzdupi0D1KApi/s2046/IMG_2384.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2046" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkRCHorNwe44G5Fp9wdaWCF-Oq4rdjE33GmDuCMjyzN_QX1J1UselD0A6a1KYYBTq4ln6pI1x7aaDduc13342lP3nIh0Qtc9i6AfG_gXWNTOoHuRWPNKXb5dpo6dkhjyt_8_fi-c-U7Q5-e1mkRmoG5fYvIAptqjtQbJsGqUHzdupi0D1KApi/w400-h266/IMG_2384.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Short shrubby bushes nibbl'd by the sheep</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">That alway on these shortsward pastures keep</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Now lost now shines now bending with the wind</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& now the swarthy sybil kneels reclin'd</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">With proggling stick she still renews the blaze</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Forcing bright sparks to twinkle from the flaze</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">When this I view the all attentive mind</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Will oft exclaim (so strong the scene prevades)</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">‘Grant me this life, thou spirit of the shades!’</span></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow me for daily #JohnClare postings. </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">#photography #poetry #environment</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.26px;"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #660000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7615986.post-5777051827931591432024-03-04T05:28:00.006+00:002024-03-04T05:30:24.045+00:00Roams the woodlands<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9NH5bZYL5reA4VQyONvTBgUHPn8IrdN3B7SPfzjZqpzZYieU__vcbiDIVvXxuu9sEAeSi_gNG-8_oS0sQsgiZL5vs_G1UEFxijigx8GWYN-DYH9gTOBfPu8Gr_scG6o1v7ncH1DoRy0WiaRp96HZ0Y6xK4oroBPGY1aGWmXEGS4vJrMN9BXV/s1047/IMG_2425.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="1047" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9NH5bZYL5reA4VQyONvTBgUHPn8IrdN3B7SPfzjZqpzZYieU__vcbiDIVvXxuu9sEAeSi_gNG-8_oS0sQsgiZL5vs_G1UEFxijigx8GWYN-DYH9gTOBfPu8Gr_scG6o1v7ncH1DoRy0WiaRp96HZ0Y6xK4oroBPGY1aGWmXEGS4vJrMN9BXV/w400-h325/IMG_2425.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />& then he roams the woodlands </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As happy as a moth on summers nights </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now pausing thro the brambles prickly twine </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where midnight lingers in the leafy mine </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">& now thro smooth barked hazels mellow green </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That leave a pleasant open spot between </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thro flowers & grass & many crippled brake </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then garden clumps as nature wills to make</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">(fragment)</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); caret-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63); color: #002e3f;"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><div><div><div dir="auto"><div><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQalcb_tUZ7A-BnjJHoslSQw5Mr9-VkhZKHHSkcWB9pNKhNT8436lyEkDu7LfeiFUlHV_hGi9R6WnIw-KSQwGC77E1UkccTCZtZ0W4gr0w-VOMN6WRRwEz1AChozrGMiICw_cbmYsq6FeF1gzI1GJDKkWt_mxkM8gQ8495jbv1FZ_RP82wmVC7/s2046/IMG_2428.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1279" data-original-width="2046" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQalcb_tUZ7A-BnjJHoslSQw5Mr9-VkhZKHHSkcWB9pNKhNT8436lyEkDu7LfeiFUlHV_hGi9R6WnIw-KSQwGC77E1UkccTCZtZ0W4gr0w-VOMN6WRRwEz1AChozrGMiICw_cbmYsq6FeF1gzI1GJDKkWt_mxkM8gQ8495jbv1FZ_RP82wmVC7/w400-h250/IMG_2428.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Last on the road the cowboy careless swings</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Leading tamed cattle in their tending strings</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">With shining tin to keep his dinner warm</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Swung at his back or tucked beneath his arm</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Whose sun-burnt skin & cheeks chuffed out with fat</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Are dyed as rusty as his napless hat</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">& others driving loose their herds at will</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Are now heard whooping up the pasture-hill</span></div></div><div dir="auto"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 46, 63);"><div><div dir="auto" style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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