Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE COTSWOLD FARMERS, by JOHN DRINKWATER



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First Line: Sometimes the ghosts forgotten go
Last Line: No ghostly harvester.
Subject(s): Cows; Fairies; Farm Life; Ghosts; Supernatural; Elves; Agriculture; Farmers


SOMETIMES the ghosts forgotten go
Along the hill-top way,
And with long scythes of silver mow
Meadows of moonlit hay,
Until the cocks of Cotswold crow
The coming of the day.

There's Tony Turkletob who died
When he could drink no more,
And Uncle Heritage, the pride
Of eighteen-twenty-four,
And Ebenezer Barleytide,
And others half a score.

They fold in phantom pens, and plough
Furrows without a share,
And one will milk a faery cow,
And one will stare and stare,
And whistle ghostly tunes that now
Are not sung anywhere.

The moon goes down on Oakridge lea,
The other world's astir,
The Cotswold farmers silently
Go back to sepulchre,
The sleeping watchdogs wake, and see
No ghostly harvester.





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