My pen is dry, I cannot write
my wrist is cramped and cold
but I must try a history.
I have seen such things
you would not believe
autumn leaves the least of it
no rain for fourteen days
except a little drizzle,
gentle winds and fluffy clouds
red kite watching asphalt roads
badgers in the gutter, stoats
stretching long across the roads,
white tails in alarm, hedges
maple trees orange red
waiting for the first sharp frost.
Crows bramble black
waiting for a careless mouse.
Beers with funny names,
bitter hops and friendly talk;
home tomorrow leave behind
the harvest trailers
potato full scratching in the dark
before the winter time;
home to see my dog,I left behind
and wished I'd not
country walks are not the same
when no one says come on!
but there's a bone and biscuits
in the boot where he would sleep
a present from my holiday.........
next time he'll come with me.