A New Day Poem by Sir Jasper
A New Day
Here the barley doth but grow
by the sun in morning glow
so by nature is so slow
I sit down and have a blow.
The heat lies upon my face,
hope for the human race,
the hover fly stays in mid air,
lands upon my sweaty hair.
Piebald carthorse do I see
munching grass oh so free.
Cow sit there chewing the cud
by river not in flood.
The sun shines upon still water
until the river doth alter.
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