Not a Lincolnshire breeze
These are dry stone walls
Not places to seize
The obelisk and the windmills
Some are straight
Some do turn
The five-bar gate you could expect
But not the parking ticket
On the barbed wire fence
Ahead of me
Behind of me
Yes, sideways of me too
Beneath of me
Above of me
Yes, this me; with my lateral thinking here anew
I was of a similar place
Not though on the flatlands lease
I had laid by those dry stone walls
As if for someone to please
Happenstance in Heptonstall
Poems Started at Lumb Bank
Arvon 2018