John Clare: The Thunder Mutters

The thunder mutters louder & more loud
With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake
Ready to burst slow sails the pitch black cloud
& all the gang a bigger haycock make
To sit beneath—the woodland winds awake
The drops so large wet all thro’ in an hour
A tiney flood runs down the leaning rake
In the sweet hay yet dry the hay folks cower
& some beneath the waggon shun the shower.

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One comment on “John Clare: The Thunder Mutters”

1. johnlawsonpoet

   September 4, 2020

   

   Love this. Don’t know Clare, but he’s now on my bucket list.

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