Tall Nettles

TALL nettles cover up, as they have done
These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:
Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.
This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.

About Edward Thomas

Anglo-Welsh poet and essayist killed in WWI. His nature poetry captures the English landscape with quiet, precise observation.

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