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Peace

And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass
That I am not the voice of country fellows
Who now are standing by some headland talking
Of turnips and potatoes or young corn
Of turf banks stripped for victory.
Here Peace is still hawking
His coloured combs and scarves and beads of horn.

Upon a headland by a whinny hedge
A hare sits looking down a leaf-lapped furrow
There's an old plough upside-down on a weedy ridge
And someone is shouldering home a saddle-harrow.
Out of that childhood country what fools climb
To fight with tyrants Love and Life and Time?

by Patrick Kavanagh

Comments (4)

Thank You! ! ! Feipeng, For Such A Kind And Thoughtful Reply! ! ! ! ! I Look Forward To Visiting Your Poetry Page! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !
The big bad wolf Has come to a wrong door Looking for love......well done!
:) Thank You! ! ! ! ! Thank You! ! ! ! ! :) Judy, For Being So Kind! ! ! ! ! Means A Lot To Me! ! ! ! ! :) Your Poetry, Ever So Sings! ! ! ! ! With Such Heart! ! ! ! ! Such Magic! ! ! ! ! Such Beauty, Within! ! ! ! ! All Nature Loves To Hear It's Beautiful Ring! ! ! ! ! :) Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! :) Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! ! ... :)
Great poem Becca. You even manage to make such a declaration sound beautiful. I especially love the opening lines. Judy