Sunday, 14 August 2016
John Barleycorn, your time is up
There were three men
Came from the west
Their fortunes for to tell,
And the life of John Barleycorn as well.
They laid him in three furrows deep,
Laid clods upon his head,
Then these three man made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.
The let him die for a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
Then little Sir John sprang up his head
And he did amaze them all.
Nikon D7200 f11 11mm 1/50 ISO 200