Written In March

Big Blue

Robert Duncan

The cock is crowing,

The stream is flowing,

The small birds twitter,

The lake doth glitter,

The green field sleeps in the sun:

The oldest and youngest

Are at work with the strongest:

The cattle are grazing,

Their heads never raising,

There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated,

The snow hath retreated,

And now doth fare ill

On top of the bare hill;

The ploughboy is whooping-anon-anon:

There's joy in the mountains,

There's life in the fountains;

Small clouds are sailing,

Blue sky prevailing,

The rain is over and gone!

Out In The Pasture

Robert Duncan

"Written In March"

William Wordsworth