Treasure Island

John Clare

(13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864 / Northamptonshire / England)

Poems of John Clare

161. To Mary 1/3/2003
162. To Napoleon 4/13/2010
163. Turkeys 4/13/2010
164. What is Life? 1/3/2003
165. Where She Told Her Love 1/3/2003
166. Wild Bees 4/13/2010
167. Winter Walk 4/13/2010
168. Wood Rides 1/3/2003
169. Written in Northampton County Asylum 1/3/2003
170. Young Lambs 4/13/2010

To John Clare

Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?
The spring is come, and birds are building nests;
The old cock-robin to the sty is come,
With olive feathers and its ruddy breast;
And the old cock, with wattles and red comb,
Struts with the hens, and seems to like some best,
Then crows, and looks about for little crumbs,
Swept out by little folks an hour ago;
The pigs sleep in the sty; the bookman comes--

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