Time for some more poetry, I think. This offering, however, will not refer to specific places or areas of the UK, but to one of the most wonderful aspects of British life - the countryside! Here are a couple of short poems for your enjoyment!
Ironically, both are about birds, but I always enjoy sharing poems which display regional dialects and spelling!
I Watched a Blackbird
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
I watched a blackbird on a budding sycamore
One Easter Day, when sap was stirring twigs to the core;
I saw his tongue, and crocus-coloured bill
Parting and closing as he turned his trill;
Then he flew down, seized on a stem of hay,
And upped to where his building scheme was under way,
As if so sure a nest were never shaped on spray.
Sweet Suffolke Owle
Anonymous
Sweet Suffolke Owle, so trimly dight,
With feathers like a Lady bright,
Thous sing'st alone, sitting, by night,
Te whit, te whoo,
Thy note that forth so freely roules,
With shrill command the Mouse controules,
And sings a dirge for dying soules,
Te whit, te whoo.
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