Poem for Lammas ~ August 1st

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Crowning Party

 

This year the weather changed with rain

and cooler in the North, hints of autumn.

 

When our children were small, we always held a party

when August began. Each wore a crown.

 

The barley fields wave theirs in a golden sea.

Farmers will begin to gather the grain.

 

My mother took us bilberrying up on the moors.

A whole wild day scrambling through heather.

Special sandwiches and pop.

 

* my new book Hearth is available from me orΒ http://www.culturedllama.co.uk/

 

Poem and photograph Rose Cook