Hedges Poem by Ivor Gurney
Hedges
Bread and cheese grow wild in the green time,
Children laugh and pick it, and I make my rhyme
For mere pleasure of seeing that so subtle play,
Of arms and various legs going every any way.
And they turn and laugh for the unexpensiveness
Of country grocery and are pleased no less
Than hedge sparrows. Lessons will be easier taken,
For this gypsy chaffering, the hedge plucked and shaken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/12/2024 2:03:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
