August…Lammas blessings

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Crowning Party

 

This year the weather changed with rain

and cold 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.

 

photograph and poem Rose Cook

poem from Sightings available http://www.greyhenpress.com

2 thoughts on “August…Lammas blessings

  1. Special sandwiches take me back! For me, it wasn’t bilberrying, it was sitting on the edge of a field close to where we lived. My mother and I sat on the verge, watching men threshing the field. I was very small, (4 perhaps). Jam sandwiches.

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