The bright wide flush of Summer
\nRain all on its way
\nHalf ruined Wimbledon and the Ashes
\nEvery sodden day
\nSky grey as the meanest slate
\nWind was blowing hard
\nJasmine and pink Peonies
\nRapidly changing were scarred<\/p>\n
Wild dancing boughs
\nOf copper
\nThe beech tall in the sky
\nThirty or forty foot tresses
\nThe Cherry how it\u2019s boughs now fly
\nA cage is set three magpies
\nTo tempt the Goshawk who
\nA covert camera watches on
\nSome gamekeeper it\u2019s true<\/p>\n
Masked up in covered blackness
\nThe red grouse at his back
\nDEFRA a new women
\nRepresents the trade, more flack
\nWe hear she Owns her own green moor
\nOh god it seems we are played.
\nThe shooters richly decked in feathers
\nHiding in the shade.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The bright wide flush of Summer Rain all on its way Half ruined Wimbledon and the Ashes Every sodden day Sky grey as the meanest slate Wind was blowing hard Jasmine and pink Peonies Rapidly changing were scarred Wild dancing … Continue reading