Peace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


And sometimes I am sorry when the grassA
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollowsB
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart passA
That I am not the voice of country fellowsB
Who now are standing by some headland talkingC
Of turnips and potatoes or young cornD
Of turf banks stripped for victoryE
Here Peace is still hawkingC
His coloured combs and scarves and beads of hornD
Upon a headland by a whinny hedgeF
A hare sits looking down a leaf lapped furrowG
There's an old plough upside down on a weedy ridgeH
And someone is shouldering home a saddle harrowG
Out of that childhood country what fools climbI
To fight with tyrants Love and Life and TimeI

Patrick Kavanagh


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