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@davebonta
My local social history museum has an annexe for the Edward Thomas Fellowship and his #poetry graces various places. "Sowing" was one in the cafe and reminded me of you.

The first two verses:

It was a perfect day
For sowing; just
As sweet and dry was the ground
As tobacco-dust.

I tasted deep the hour
Between the far
Owl’s chuckling first soft cry
And the first star.

https://edward-thomas-fellowship.org.uk/2018/10/02/sowing/