The Green Woodpecker’s Nest

The Green Woodpeckers flying up and down

With wings of mellow green and speckled crown

She bore a hole in trees with crawking noise

And pelted down and often catched by boys

She makes a lither nest of grass and whool

Men fright her oft that go the sticks to pull

Ive up and clumn the trees with hook and pole

And stood on rotten grains to reach the hole

And as I trembled upon fear and doubt

I found the eggs and scarce could get them out

I put them in my hat a tattered crown

And scarcely without breaking brought them down

The eggs are small for such a bird they lay

Five eggs and Like the sparrows spotted grey

-John Clare


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