Zig zag lane

O now the crimson east its fire streak burning

Tempts me to wander neath the blushing morn 

Winding the zig zag lane turning & turning 

As winds the crooked fences wilderd thorn 

O wheres the eye can gaze upon the dawn  

That flushes yon blue sky of cloudless heaven 

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Image: My Chapbook No.7 ‘Walking with John Clare’

A silver streak

Where winding gash wirls round its wildest scene

On this romantic bend I sit me down

On that side view the meads their smoothing green

Edg'd with the peeping hamlets checkering brown

Here the steep hill as dripping headlong down

While glides the stream a silver streak between

As glides the shaded clouds along the sky

Brightning & deep'ning loosing as they're seen

In light & shade—so when old willows lean

Thus their broad shadow—runs the river bye

With tree & bush repleat a wilderd scene

& mossd & Ivyd sparkling on my eye—

O thus wild musing am I doubly blest

My woes unheeding—& my heart at rest

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Intruding cow

The steeple perking just above the trees

Whose dangling leaves keep rustling in the breeze
And thoughtful shepherd bending o'er his hook
And maidens stript haymaking too appear
And Hodge a-whistling at his fallow plough
And herdsman hallooing to intruding cow
All these with hundreds more far off and near
Approach my sight and please to such excess
That language fails the pleasure to express

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The autumn tans

Crimson & yellow bloch'd with Iron Brown

The Autumn tans and varigates the leaves
The nuts are ripe in woods about the Town
Russet the cleared fields where the bindweed weaves
Round stubbles and still flowers the trefoil seeds
And troubles all the land from rig to furrow
Ther's nothing left but rubbish and foul weeds
I love to see the rabbits snug made burrow
Under the old edge bank or hugh mossed oak
Claspt fast with Ivy there the rabbit breeds
Where the Kite pelews and the Ravens croak
And hares and Rabbits at their leisure feed

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Image by my friend #RachelBurch

Across the river

Across the river winds along.

In coat of orange, green, and blue
Now on a willow branch I view,
Grey waving to the sunny gleam,
Kingfishers watch the ripple stream
For little fish that nimble bye
And in the gravel shallows lie.

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Image by my friend #JohnAbbott

Patty

O once I had a true love

As blest as I could be
Patty was my turtle dove
& Patty she loved me
We walked the fields together
By roses & woodbine
In Summers sunshine weather
& Patty she was mine

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My latest Chapbook published today

The drowking flower

& upon the dripping ground

As the shower had ceasd again
As the eye was wandering round
Trifling troubles causd a pain
Overtaken in the shower
Bumble-bees I wanderd by
Clinging to The drowking flower
Left without the power to fly

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Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd

The tramp

He eats (a moment's stoppage to his song)

The stolen turnip as he goes along

& hops along & heeds with careless eye

The passing crowded stage coach reeling by

He talks to none but wends his silent way

& finds a hovel at the close of day

Or under any hedge his house is made

He has no calling & he owns no trade

An old smoked blanket arches oer his head

A wisp of straw or stubble makes his bed

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Spreading shady oak

Neath a spreading shady oak

For awhile to muse I lay
From its grains a bough I broke
To fan the teasing flies away
Then I sought the woodland side
Cool the breeze my face did meet
& the shade the sun did hide
Though twas hot it seemed sweet

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To naked fen they fly

The crow will tumble up & down

At the first sight of spring

& in old trees around the town

Brush winter from its wing

No longer flapping far away

To naked fen they fly

Chill fare as on a winters day

But field & valley nigh

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Image by my friend #JohnAbbott

Streamlet bubling bye

Flowrets sleeps within their hoods

Daisys button into buds

From soiling dew the butter cup

Shuts his golden jewels up

& the Rose & wood bine they

Wait again the smiles of day

Neath the willows wavy boughs

Nelly singing milks her cows

While the streamlet bubling bye

Joins in murmuring melody

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Image by my friend #RachelBurch

Rude rags of nature

Swamps of wild rush beds & sloughs squashy traces

Grounds of rough fallows wi thistle & weed
Flats & low vallies of king cups & daiseys
Sweetest of subjects are ye for my reed

Ye commons left free in the rude rags of nature
Ye brown heaths be cloathed in furze as ye be
My wild eye in rapture adores e'ery feature
Yere as dear as this heart in my bosom to me

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That map of boyhood overcast

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After long abscence how the mind recalls

Pleasing associations of the past

Haunts of his youth—thorn hedges & old walls

& hollow trees that sheltered from the blast

& all that map of boyhood overcast

With glooms & wrongs & sorrows not his own

That oer his brow like the scathed lightening past

That turned his spring to winter & alone

Wrecked name & fame & all—to solitude unknown

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Against ale (?)

The parson may preach

Against ale, and beseech

His church folks to head no such liquor

But in neat sanded rooms

With young girls in their blooms

Pray who'd ever think of the vicar?

Then leave that dull dunce

Let's have sandwich for lunch

And pull at the tankard or pitcher

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In glory run

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The scattered clouds lie calm and still,
And day throws gold on every hill;
Their thousand heads in glory run,
As each were worlds and owned a sun.
The rime it clings to everything,
It beards the early buds of spring;
The mossy pales, the orchard spray,
Are feathered with its silver-grey.

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Loving thee

To words vain words no power is given

The torments of my soul to tell

I slept & had a dream of heavn

I woke & felt the pangs of hell

Yet I woud not forget thee – No!

Tho thou had witherd hope in me

Nor for a world of joys forego

The one sweet joy of loving thee

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Tracing the lane path

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O simple nature how I do delight

To pause upon thy trifles—foolish things

So some woud call em—on the summer night

Tracing the lane path where the dog rose hings

Wi dew drops seathd while chickering cricket sings

My eye cant help but glance upon its leaves

Where loves warm beauty steals her sweetest blush

When sweet the while the even silence heaves

Her pausing breath just trembling thro the bush

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Their very nakedness I love

I love thee nature in my inmost heart
Go where I will thy truth seems from above
Go where I will thy landscape forms a part
Of heaven—e'en these fens where wood nor grove
Are seen—their very nakedness I love
For one dwells nigh that secret hopes prefer
Above the race of women—like the dove
I mourn her abscence—fate that would deter
My hate for all things—strengthens love for her

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Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd

Sukey

Sukey's rare and Sukey's fair

Sukey's got the coal black hair

And in her neck the curl'd drakes tail
That makes her looks so very fine
And in her breast this heart of mine
That keeps me like a thief in jail
Which is so very fair and white
It keeps me waken half the night

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[Image: One of Lady Clementina Hawarden's lovely daughters, photographed around 1860]

Perfuming the garden of life

O woman sweet witchingly woman 

Amid the worlds bustle & strife 

Thourt the only sweet blossom thats blooming 

Perfuming the garden of life 

Thourt the only pure fountain thats given 

From whence all true pleasures doth flow 

The angels are unknowns of heaven 

But womans real angels below 

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Daisies

And oft the shepherd in his path will spye
The little daisey in the wet grass lye
That to the peeping sun enlivens gay
Like Labour smiling on an holiday
And where the stunt bank fronts the southern sky
By lanes or brooks where sunbeams love to lye

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Unbidden they are gone

Summers pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
& the cloudy days of autumn & of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart & eye & forever far away
Where silence sitteth now on the wild heath as her own
Like a ruin of the past all alone

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Showy corn poppies

The partridge whirs up frit away from her nest 

& the hare with the morning dew yet on her breast 

Jumps away from his hustle & bustle & noise 

Which he makes in the midst of his rapture & joys

Now singing & tearing up weeds of all sorts 

Showy corn poppys shining like foxhunters coats 

& bluecaps & cockleflowers no matter what 

To make a gay garland to stick in his hat 

& now he struts out what a gesture he wears 

As proud of his colours as soldiers of theirs

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Poppies from my wildflower meadow

Leisure

I went in the fields with the leisure I got
The stranger might smile but I heeded him not
The hovel was ready to screen from a shower
& the book in my pocket was read in an hour
The bird came for shelter but soon flew away
The horse came to look & seemed happy to stay
He stood up in quiet & hung down his head
& seemed to be hearing the poem I read

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Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd

My illness was love

I peeled bits o straws and I got switches too
From the grey peeling willow as idlers do
And I switched at the flies as I sat all alone
Till my flesh, blood & marrow wasted to the dry bone;

My illness was love though I knew not the smart
But the beauty o love was the blood o my heart

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Image by my friend #RachelBurch

Willows over a stream on Dartmoor

Reveal the day

No single hour can stand for nought

No moment hand can move
But calenders a aching thought
Of my first lonely love

Where silence doth the loudest call
My secrets to betray
As moonlight holds the night in thrall
As suns reveal the day

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