The Coast: Norfolk Poem by Frances Darwin Cornford

The Coast: Norfolk

Rating: 3.1


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 29 January 2016

Awesome...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.

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Stephen W 09 June 2014

A beautiful piece of work.

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