Poem

Think I have found the poem that was the basis for the lovely doll with the pea buttons ....  It was by Robin Frost one of the Dymock Poets from the period 1908-17.

PEA BRUSH

I walked down alone Sunday after church
To the place where John had been cutting trees
To see for myself about the birch
He said I could have to bush my peas.

The sun in the new-cut gap
Was hot enough for the first of May,
And stifling hot with the odour of sap
From stumps still bleeding their life away.

The frogs that were peeping a thousand shrill
Wherever the ground was low and wet,
The minute they heard my step went still
To watch me and see what I came to get.

Birch boughs enough piled everywhere! --
All fresh and sound from the recent axe
Time someone came with cart and pair
And got them off the wild flowers' backs.

They might be good for garden things
To curl a little finger round,
The same as you seize cat's-cradle strings
And lift themselves up off the ground.

Small good to anything growing wild,
They were crooking many a trillium
That had budded before the boughs were piled
And since it was coming up had to come.