September

It being the last day of the month I have pinched one of Di's ideas and give you my September poem.

I love this description of the children back in school after the long summer and was reminded of it when the grandsons the other evening were moaning that they could only play at 'night' now!!

(Part of) September
from the Shepherd's Calendar

As yet no meddling boys resort
About the streets in idle sport
The butterflye enjoys his hour
And flirts unchaced from flower to flower
And humming bees that morning calls
From out the low huts mortar walls
Which passing boy no more controuls
Flye undisturbed about their holes
And sparrows in glad chirpings meet
Unpelted in the quiet street

None but imprison'd childern now
Are seen where dames with angry brow
Threaten each younker to his seat
That thro' the school door eyes the street
Or from his horn book turns away
To mourn for liberty and play


John Clare