The Yellowhammer

John Clare

Reading click here..the yellowhammer – john clare

When shall I see the white thorn leaves agen
And yellowhammers gath’ring the dry bents
By the dyke side on stilly moor or fen
Feathered wi love and natures good intents
Rude is the nest this Architect invents
Rural the place wi cart ruts by dyke side
Dead grass, horse hair and downy headed bents
Tied to dead thistles she doth well provide
Close to a hill o’ ants where cowslips bloom
And shed o’er meadows far their sweet perfume
In early Spring when winds blow chilly cold
The yellowhammer trailing grass will come
To fix a place and choose an early home
With yellow breast and head of solid gold.

2 thoughts on “The Yellowhammer

  1. I appreciate the richness of your imagination and lyrical application. Adding the narrative as an audio clip was rather creative as well. Thank you for sharing such a lovely post! According to your convenience, would request you to please read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 🙂

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