Ploughed furrows
Crows overhead
And on the electricity wires
Straight lines
Warming for the dusk
A day of full-on labour
And another one
All day tomorrow
Straight lines
Warning of the dust
Cakes and ale
And pasties on the cotton
Covered table
Settle back
Thankful for the harvest
Toast and butter with preserves
Trout served with softly scrambled eggs
Condiments
Cut glass refinement
Thankful for the impression
Odd to think of myself as a young man
Not so in this conservatory
Of quiet conversations
Wheel chairs
Plant sales
Breakfast specials
Old folk know how to find a bargain
My mother would have said
They have to I might have replied
I would like just now to think of her
As a spirited and joyful vibrant young girl
Here sat drinking lemonade at our table
She turns from South and North
Blows to East and West
Warm air a gift of the Gulf Stream
Nurture me, share my love
How do we watch the wind
Bend the blades of grass
Turned with an unexpected phrase
A smile in the most definite direction
Warm feeling a gift of the long embrace
Nurture me, share my love
Ask for the clouds to pass over
For the sunlit-smiles always to beam
All of one day
Without of conversation
Without of lemonade
Without of the stroke
Of a horse and plough in harness
All of one day
Under dry skies of summer
Under nourished
Under touched
By a summer overgrown with rain
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
