T today brings you a poem from Edward Thomas. He was killed in the First World War and according to his wikipedia page he is considered a war poet, though little of his poetry concerns images of war. This poem comes from 'Heaven on Earth: 101 Happy Poems' edited by Wendy Cope, a retired library book that I bought at a charity shop. I like it for its appreciation of the under-appreciated.
Tall nettles cover up, as they have done
These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:
Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.
This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
(Linking back to the A to Z challenge)