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.


Chloe m said...

Beautiful poem and photos. I liked your choices. Rosey

Heather said...


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)

Victoria said...

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

Bay Area Tendrils said...

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

Mary Delle LeBeau said...

Great poem!! Loved the photos.

Noelle Johnson said...

Beautiful pictures of a farm and I loved the poem!

Shaheen said...

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

The poem is lovely. Really.

Noelle Johnson said...


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!