JGA (16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

Written In March

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!

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Comments (2)

Should that be God Jonathan? It's great init? lol 10 from a poet who knows it! Tai
LOL! Very good contribution, Jonathan. What poet will not read a poem entitled, 'In Praise Of Fellow Poets'? You've given me an idea for the title of my first collection: 'HEY YOU! Are You A Poet? Read My Stuff' LOL... LSP