Old Grumpy

Me and pigeon both. I did a long walk unto Marriots Way ,nearly made it home in a monsoon then fell spectacularly. I've treated all the complaining bits of me kindly.

Here's today's Clare

Oft stripping cottages and barns of thack
Where startld farmer garnered up his grain
And wheat and bean and oat and barley stack
Leaving them open to the beating rain
The husbandman grieves over his loss in vain
And sparrows mourn their night nests spoiled and bare
The hackers they resume their toil again
And stubbornly the tall red ladders bare
While to oerweight the wind they hang old harrows there