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Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Wordy Wednesday: Summer Farm.

Summer Farm
by Norman MacCaig (1910-1996)

Straws like tame lightnings lie about the grass
And hang zigzag on hedges. Green as glass
The water in the horse-trough shines.
Nine ducks go wobbling by in two straight lines.

A hen stares at nothing with one eye,
Then picks it up. Out of an empty sky
A swallow falls and, flickering through
The barn, dives up again into the dizzy blue.

I lie, not thinking, in the cool, soft grass,
Afraid of where a thought might take me -
This grasshopper with plated face
Unfolds his legs and finds himself in space.

Self under self, a pile of selves I stand
Threaded on time, and with metaphysic hand
Lift the farm like a lid and see
Farm within farm, and in the centre, me.


10 comments:

Rosey Pollen said...

Beautiful poem and photos. I liked your choices. Rosey

Heather said...

Lovely!

Rothschild Orchid said...

Photo's are of the hay meadow at Tumbledown earlier this summer.

I know it's autumn but it's been so grey I fancied seeing a bit of blue summer sky again :o)

Kiki said...

Truly lovely..the poem was beautiful too. Such nice peacelful scenes...lovely! great post!

Bay Area Tendrils Garden Travel said...

I happen to be having horrendous day... so, thank you for this.
Just what the doctor ordered!

Mary Delle said...

Great poem!! Loved the photos.

azplantlady said...

Beautiful pictures of a farm and I loved the poem!

mangocheeks said...

I like wordy Wednesday, a refreshing change from Wordless Wednesday.

The poem is lovely. Really.

azplantlady said...

Hello,

I have awarded you the Scrap Blog award on my blog. I would love to have you participate, because I enjoy your blog very much. It would be great to learn more about you. If you don't want to, I understand.

Tatyana@MySecretGarden said...

It's nice to have a touch of summer again! Thank you!