‘Roman hens of Dorking/ those blue hills/ and Charlie’

A poetry and cream-tea fuelled finale to my residency at Acton Scott Historic Working Farm. So grateful to all who responded, visited, messaged, blogged and emailed. On the last count, 96 poems were written ‘for the Farm’ by poets from at least three different continents during the residency.

Poet on the Farm

Today over 40 poets and lovely attentive audience members turned up on a hot, humid afternoon to take part in ‘Poems for the Farm’.  It was the culmination of my three month residency at Acton Scott Historic Working Farm – and it was great!  Some 20 poets came along to read, and they generously read  work too from poets who couldn’t be here today.

Poems For The Farm 1st readers mr Here are the first readers, all ready to go.

Poems For The Farm Meg Cox reads mr Meg Cox reads: ‘clumps of black suckling pigs/ leggling lambs/ a water of ducks/ and Charlie…’

Poems For The Farm Frank reads mr Frank reads: ‘the ducks’ green heads, their orange feet/ a drop of brown pond water/ a goose with his head in a bucket…’

Poems For The Farm J reads Jacob's poem mr I read for Jacob: ‘Piglets/ their little noses/ their hunger/ their curly tails’…

Poems For The Farm Julia Dean Richards reads mr Julia Dean Richards reads: ‘Then trudge up the cock-crowing nature-knowing tractor track…’

Poems For The Farm Peter Holliday reads mr Peter Holliday reads: ‘He’s been docking mangolds/ From dawn to dusk:/ In rain…

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