Saturday, 14 March 2009
'Mad March Days'
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
- John Masefield, 1878 - 1967
Today has really been one of those mad March days with such a gusty wind blowing. I was hoping to divide some more perennials for the garden club sale. Made a start but when the skies turned from blue to grey I decided to call it a day, apart from nipping out to the greenhouse to sow some beetroot later. I am now enjoying a coffee break whilst the compost warms up. 'Cargoes' is one my favourite poems from my school days and was nearly my choice for March's Garden Bloggers' Muse Day. I can still hear the enthusiasm in our English teacher's voice as he shared this poem with us.