Dug and raked
A man throws seeds
Alongside a pile
Of stones and weeds
Gathering primroses
By a hawthorn ditch
Children on their way
To a local match
A harrow preparing
Black stony earth
Followed by gulls
Near to a winding path
White nappies pegged
Upon lines of frieze
A recall of sea-birds
Breasting an ocean breeze
A figure strolls twisting
Lanes near Derry
Enjoying seasonal images
As the Spring passes by
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