Poetry

Monday, 10 June 2024

Summer days

 I've been awaiting

Trying not to be a hating

Getting up early coming home late in

The evening time

Making hay


The day has been lazing

Like grasses have been weighting

Down with their heavy heads

Sleeping in their way


Seeds lie a slating

Flowers bloom the grating

I am far from hating

The loving time of day


Maidens go a milking

Silk worms are a silking

Up mothers stay a sewing

Making piecework pay


Fathers are a binding

To their leathers minding

Uppers they're a lasting

Lasting out the day


But still the flowers

Start a wilting

Beds lie a quilting

Babes in cots a milking

Crying night and day


Roses sweetly smelling

Trees once stood now a felling

Falling in the forests

Where the Ashes had their day


And as I go a walking

Hear the chickens squawking

All the bees are swarming

In the warming light of day

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