Near on
By the Legbourne copse and woods
At the end
Of the public maintained highway
Clay soil
Turned over, over the corn-crop stubble
Crossed roads
Of footpaths and bridleways
A steel wind
Blows through the baring trees
Pursing over my neck
Driven through the car's sunroof
The sun shines in among my hair
Yes this is a vast time
Of blue skies and grey clouds
An afternoon's escape
Where, in slow sloped fields
Loud thoughts whispered
And nettles bent
As the door slammed
If I sit here long enough
The night will come
The rain will fall
I will have completed
