The blade that cuts the earth, turns bloody sod round by David’s place where lives a hare

and a pair of roe dear chasing showed up, white tailed in the evening light

The blue tractor done its rounds, left huge, wetted clods, gulls and a ghost flying nightly

it is a friendly sight as the dew begins to settle on the ghost, two dogs prone to baying

Farmer Stanley owns the tractor, attends to the steep bank himself where I find things

broken stones, hawk feathers, after a fox one time a cygnets bones and myself


About edenbray

I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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