Rodborough
Fields and John Clare Day, July 13th
Living in
Stroud, with common land all around
The
hilltops above Stroud’s Five Valleys,
And
living in a county with Royalty’s
Seal of
approval, chocolate box second homes,
And
reverence for quilt-work field hedgerows,
It’s easy
to forget the novelty
Of this
seeming, traditional landscape;
It’s not
always easy to re-question
The
picturesque ecology of a hedge,
To
reframe the cultural meanings of ‘Olde Englande’,
And rant
instead about enclosure’s wrongs,
The loss
of freedom, and liberty to roam,
The
criminalisation of wandering;
John
Clare helps us feel this transgression,
He gives
voice to the ‘village Hampdens’ -
Anonymous
toilers in field and home -
He rescues
them from the witheringly
‘Enormous
condescension of posterity’:
‘There once were lanes that every valley wound –
Inclosure came, and every path was stopt;
Each tyrant fixed his sign where paths were found,
To hint a trespass now who cross’d the ground;
Justice is made to speak as they command;
The high road now must be each stinted bound;
Inclosure, thou’rt a curse upon the land…’
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