Another Solitary Reaper

The Parkhill Poets are a group of writers who meet together every week at Copeland Occupational and Social Centre (COSC) in Maryport, a social and day care centre for adults with physical disabilities. Over the past 10 years they have enjoyed each other’s company, shared their ideas and experience and written poetry both individually and collaboratively.
Together with ‘COSC and the Wordsworth Trust’s highly committed staff, the group have recently begun re-imagining Wordsworth’s own poetry, beginning with The Solitary Reaper. Their poem brings Wordsworth’s evocative character into the present day, all the while echoing the original. You can read Wordsworth’s original by clicking here (it will open in a new window).
This poem is the first of several to be written by creative writing groups the Wordsworth Trust works with. Each will be taking his poetry as a starting point for their own inspiration, imagining new ways “to see, to think and to feel”.

Another Solitary Reaper

A dry day for cutting,
Make hay while the sun shines,
The wettest spot in England
Here in Borradul –
Not fit for a tramp.
Taking the coast road,
Stopping off at Allonby, at Mawbra,
Finding his regular haunts,
Working for his meals,
Following the signs – good crack –
Coming back year after year.
Wintering in Ireland,
Harvesting in the Lakes.
Preferring his own company,
Barns to houses, animals to people.
Free to roam, everywhere his home.
Not twining about the weather,
A bit of John Roberts for his britches,
A twinkle in his eye.
Seeing him in our mind’s eye
But no longer on the road.
Parkhill Poets, 18 April 2016