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1.
Every green of Spring is showing in the fields,
and on the scattered trees and clumps,
from the pale lime through the rich elm
to the dark stately poplar.
The farms and villages are generally of red
brick, often whitewashed, with roofs of red
tile or thatch: set amid trees
they have a homely charm.
The lark is the only songster
I have heard yet; likely all the others,
because they alight on trees,
go into the French pot.
So the next common birds
are the shy magpie and another crow.
2.
Larks sing in bright sunshine, and buds are opening.
In the parapet of Old Boots Trench
a German has been buried,
it must have been in the autumn of 1914.
The weather has exposed a pulpy arm;
there was a wrist-watch on it.
Some whimsical passer wound the watch,
it went, it was a repeater;
passers-by would give the winding a turn,
but soon a souvenir-hunter took the watch.
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