The grounds of Culford School is home to large numbers of rooks and they were out in force early this morning as I took a pre-breakfast walk. Seeing these two sitting on the remains of a dead oak tree reminded me of a short poem by Edward Thomas (1878-1917), which I once encountered set in a piece of music I performed several years ago:
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
28 October 2018