Setting it up

Only
In what I stand
Strong boots
Thick breeches
Hardy shirt
Herringbone overcoat

An endless supply of:
Pens and paper
Nerve to kill
Ability to light fires
Lack of fear re sanitation
Books of sorts

In bed at dawn
Write a few verses
Drink ice-cold spring water
Warm up the stew pot
Hunt and fish
Stroll and play

Take time out
Draw plans
Study the cosmos
Think repeatedly
About organisation
Then prepare for bed

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Idyllic

I shall rise
Shall I rise
Time to think
It is the time
That I need to rise

A cycle
Cycle by day
Cycle by night
To cycle together
Birth to death

Listen
Listen out
Bleat of lamb
Bark of dog
Silence of wind

It is to be
Be one's own
One's own destiny
Destined to be
I am then only me

Drift
Drift in, drift out
Stones on walls
Gates in fences
Sheep fed to market

Hear me
Hear me clear
Hearts so lonely
Minds so pure
Souls never so disturbed

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Day in life

Cold as I rise
Always draughts
Through doorways
Or window frame

Stone dwelling
Away on the hill
Only livestock
For company

Start with fire
Drink tea
Slice of ham
Swill of face

Gather sheep
Help with birth
Of one or two
Straggling lambs

Field to field
Mend walls
Fix fences
Weigh up

Which animal's
Time as come
To leave the land
Headed for the table

First of light
Last of light
Warmed up stew
Busied reflections

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Four Seasons, Of The First Half-Hour

Restfulness
The winds are still
Trees, without leaves, are in stasis
Even the stream
Well, for sure, it is no longer in spate

Calmness
The sky is entirely grey
Mist, without drive, is ambient
Even the gulls
Apparently they too are in slow motion

Liveliness
The daffodils break through
Bright flushes of sunlight yellow
Even the partridge
Struts his stuff in the vicinity

Peacefulness
The energy to reflect
Space, in which to untangle
Even creative inspiration you see
Warms to the purity of the atmospherics

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More than half way

The window frame
Frames an entirety of trees
The early morning ejaculations
Are accompanied, or so I believe
By the sounds of old trees awakening
Along the side of the mist strewn valley

I take it in my mind
That to capture this view
At this same time
From this same place
With the camera on a tripod
Using remote-control
To dispel all nervous affects

Seven days between visits
Life and growth in my absence
I will not tell you the colours
But as the year surely turns
Much as you travel full circle
Up and down the metropolitan line
The trees give up their lifeblood also

I had it in mind
In the delirium of first light
That one could take nature as a lover
Share conjugal rights, bare ones soul
Shiver in each other's skin
And soak up tobacco together
Treading barefoot, naked
Armed with loud smiles

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