In Somerset they guide the plough
From early dawn till twilight now.
The good red earth smells sweeter yet,
Behind the plough, in Somerset.
The celandines round last year's mow
Blaze out . . . and with his old-time vow
The South Wind woos the Violet,
In Somerset.
Then, every brimming dyke and trough
Is laughing wide with ripples now,
And oh, 'tis easy to forget
That wintry winds can sigh and sough,
When thrushes chant on every bough
In Somerset!
In Somerset
Fay Inchfawn
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Poem topics: red, time, wind, earth, good, guide, wide, forget, easy, early, violet, year, dawn, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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