Poem A Day

Grasshoppers

by John Clare

Grasshoppers go in many a thumming spring

And now to stalks of tasseled sow-grass cling,

That shakes and swees awhile, but still keeps straight;

While arching oxeye doubles with his weight.

Next on the cat-tail-grass with farther bound

He springs, that bends until they touch the ground.

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