The Summer Blythe with Friends
Now the flood is on the stones
Of the river trickling in ripples
Over the crystal mass of summer.
Of the green smell, Emerald fields where
I choke on the dust of the rape,
but revel in the beauty of its shape
and colour of its field, its countryside shield
from the men who bring smoke and cats,
the big digging rats that molest,
the oil seed, destroying its cape.
Im lucky in its beauty, where I live
By the reser and the many eyed pheasant
In plumage as the fields of flowers
In a sunny hour, of a sunny day.
I play, I love, I eat, I drink, I live
All I give is some joy, watching the farmers
Give and take, waters from the lakes,
Nutrients with their rakes,
To give us bread corn and cake.
The cool water and the frolicks,
Laughter in the sounds, occupying
The warm marmalade skies.