This side of the sea
In a field
Which the farmer
Has already harvested
The geese forage noisily
Occasionally
Perhaps due to some disturbance
They rise into the sky
For their own military-style manoeuvres
This is my reward
For even though I am wearing inappropriate footwear
(Leather-soled brogues with steel heels)
I have walked the kilometre or so
Along the side of Wainfleet Bombing Range
