Thursday, February 8, 2018

Thoughts Of Home

The Manor Farm
The rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills
Ran and sparkled down each side of the road
Under the catkins wagging in the hedge.
But earth would have her sleep out, spite of the sun;
Nor did I value that thin glilding beam
More than a pretty February thing
Till I came down to the old Manor Farm,
And church and yew-tree opposite, in age
Its equals and in size. The church and yew
And farmhouse slept in a Sunday silentness.
The air raised not a straw. The steep farm roof,
With tiles duskily glowing, entertained
The mid-day sun; and up and down the roof
White pigeons nestled. There was no sound but one.
Three cart-horses were looking over a gate
Drowsily through their forelocks, swishing their tails
Against a fly, a solitary fly.
The Winter's cheek flushed as if he had drained
Spring, Summer, and Autumn at a draught
And smiled quietly. But 'twas not Winter—
Rather a season of bliss unchangeable
Awakened from farm and church where it had lain
Safe under tile and thatch for ages since
This England, Old already, was called Merry.

Edward Thomas 1878


Janice Kay Schaub said...

I love the idea of that, I can see the horses especially. I had not heard that poem before. I like it.

The Wykeham Observer said...

The farmhouse sleeping in Sunday silentness would make me homesick. Nice poem.

Andrea said...

What a beautiful poem! I remember my Dad saying that when he was in the Army in WWII and was away from home, family, and everything familiar, he was so incredibly homesick and that homesickness is the worst kind of sickness there is. I can still hear him saying that. Blessings to ya, honey, as you miss "home". xoxo

Janet @ My Miniature Donkeys said...

What a lovely piece of art. Do you know the artist?

Susie said...

Jo, I always love reading the poem you post. Love seeing the dreaming pictures too. We are in line for some ice and snow...I pray it's very little ice. Saw on the morning weather report that next week will have some warmer days. Blessings to you, enjoy the weekend. xoxo, Susie

Stella Jones said...

England is frozen at the moment Jo. Today we had a bitter wind blowing from the west (unusual) and although I ventured out for a short while, I was soon back in a warm room and thinking about a comforting blanket!
Your picture and poem are lovely. I'll keep that in mine for today!

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L. D. said...

I really like the illustration. The thatched roof is a magical style.