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(via Helpston Rose Garden 2 | John F Newman | Flickr)
John Clare's birthplace in Helpston, Peterborough, England
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Sunday, 14th July, 2019
I found this quite hard to write - acknowledging sentiment without being sentimental..... Reflecting on an annual event (it's now a tradition) in St Botolph's churchyard, Helpston (John Clare's home village), involving about 100 children from the John Clare Primary School.
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'Midsummer Cushions'
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‘Poets Are Born Not Made’ - John Clare’s own words inscribed on his grave (pictured).
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A sun-shining day in the churchyard
Young and old gather there
Turfs of grass and flowers are laid
At the grave of the poet John Clare
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A villagers’ custom this man knew well
The summer-time fields in the home
‘Midsummer cushions’ of flowers, he wrote
The poet would love to have known …
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Love to have known that the children would come
To celebrate his birth
With mid-summer cushions of flowers on show
In a bed of fresh green turf
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And as I watch each child approach
My heart begins to lift
Thoughts of their crafting at home and at school
This beautiful natural gift
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Of course it would not be straightforward
Nothing worth something is so
No doubt some colourful verbal exchanges -
This, however, I know
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These grave-side moments will live in their memory
Their moments will live on in ours
These moments of planning and making and placing
Their midsummer cushions of flowers
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Their gift for the man who cried ‘I Am ...’
For the man who died in despair
For the man who lies in this grave near his home
The natural poet John Clare
John Clare country.
Another long, Bank Holiday weekend walk, this time in Cambridgeshire, with my boys. Barnack, Ashton, Helpston, Ufford. Vast fields of oil seed rape, ancient bluebell woods, pretty villages, open spaces and yet another encounter with rare, native breeds of sheep.
(via Helpston Village by Adam Swaine | Flickr - Photo Sharing!)