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A new day a new haiku
Green spines keep safe
Yet inside my prickly shell
Chestnuts become sweet
Weeds will ever grow
Yet gravity always wins
Futile devices
A gentle breeze stirs
The hammock carries me still
Down a leafy stream
Here comes my small boy
Tottering through the long grass
Too soon he will run
I want to stay here
Hidden in the long soft grass
A happy vagrant
Lowly fog rolling
Wet blades sharp in the twilight
Silence reigns supreme
To build and to plant
A world I have created
With my own two hands
What is the hurry?
Stop and enjoy the sunset
There aren’t that many
Warm rain won’t drive us
Away. What if everyone
Is imaginary?
The first old hayrick
To stand here for forty years
A piece of history
You hide and I’ll seek
Deep down in the yellow creek
To the highest peak
What if we just stopped
And basked in breathless beauty
Would the world just end?
Am I still waiting
For every star to align
To live my real life?
Mow swathes from the thatch
Rake them into long windrows
Stack up the hayrick
Misty Yorkshire fog
From fox’s tail to cock’s foot
Rescue sheep’s fescue
Good morning meadow
The dew is wet, the sun shines
Let’s make hay today
Behind these photos
Lies the dirty world of truth
We are parasites
As I try to read
The story of the landscape
I look for my place
Another day dies
The restless sky opens up
Now I am alive
Silent spruce stand still
A solemn knell echos through
The monoculture
Plush purple prickles
Polarising poison spikes
Push people apart
Shiny scarlet spheres
Swelling and fattening up
In summer showers
Out of the chaos
Across the blackness of space
And into the light
My fallen brothers
No longer shall we be there
For one another
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