Winter Field
Sorrow on the acres,
Wind in the thorn,
And an old man plowing
Through the frosty morn.
A flock of the dark birds,
Rooks and their wives,
Follow the plow team
The old man drives;
And troops of starlings,
A-tittle-tat and prim,
Follow the rooks
That follow him.
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A.E. Coppard (1878-1957)
from Pelagea, and other poems, 1926
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]
A.E. Coppard biography
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