Evening Green

Evening green, evening green,
hoard and guard my mood.
In the dark hedges something rich and clean
as in the knowing trees, is to be seen,
and in the white grey blue black overhead,
the bowling clouds that roll on overhead
against a dominant blue
that pours all nature through
the country scene, and to my town-fed head.
There is an atmosphere hangs in the view
of sacred danger. How glad I feel, and clean.
Evening green, evening green,
hoard and guard my mood.