Treasure Island

Frances Darwin Cornford

(30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)

The Coast: Norfolk


As on the highway's quiet edge
He mows the grass beside the hedge,
The old man has for company
The distant, grey, salt-smelling sea,
A poppied field, a cow and calf,
The finches on the telegraph.
Across his faded back a hone,
He slowly, slowly scythes alone
In silence of the wind-soft air,
With ladies' bedstraw everywhere,
With whitened corn, and tarry poles,
And far-off gulls like risen souls.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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