Sonnet

The spring is come & spring flowers coming too
The crocus patty kay & rich hearts ease
& poly anthus peeps with blebs of dew
& daisey flowers — the buds swell on the trees
In the old homestead rests the cottage cow
The dogs sit on their haunches near the cot
The least one the stranger growls " bow wow"
Then hurrys to the door & cocks his tail
To knaw the unfinished bone the placid cow
Looks oer the gate — the threshers lumping flail
Is all the noise the spring en[c]ounters now
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