A motley crew

The fields now claim them where a motley crew Of old & young their daily tasks pursue The barleys beard is grey & wheat is brown & wakens toil betimes to leave the town The reapers leave their beds before the sun & gleaners follow in the toils begun To pick the littered ear the reaper leaves & glean in open fields among the sheaves Follow for daily #JohnClare postings #poetry #environment #truth…