Smile
Eyes of bigger fortunes
Trails blazed
In longer grass
Meanwhile
Cries of doubt are cast
Held now steady
Here in working class
Stiles
And cucumber sandwiches
Picnics, pitchers and jeroboams
Of blackcurrant and lemonade
Meanwhile
Survivors of lives endured
Fair now ready
Where are their good times past
Weights and tribulations
Of bigger nations
In times of famine or fast
Meanwhile
Those eyes
Of wider fortunes frown
In a round, sound & stronger glass
From the Collection I Suppose You could Call It Country, available on Kindle
