Are you a young man
Or an old man, living your life
In reverse
Are you always striving
Belligerent, repugnant
With disquiet in your verse
The picture on the counter
Is of a cornfield
Bordered by poppies
The tyre with its worn weald
Is buggered
And that my lad is fact
To have all of this pleasure
With the pencil and the pen
In defence and attack
The picture is on a thank you card
'Fields of Flowers' by Julia Hawkins
An image sniffed by Crabtree and Evelyn
Am I the young man
In an old mans shoes
Giving or taking, or worse
Am I always dreaming
Beauty, softness, love
Lost therein, within my verse
