Come on, mummy!
The buttercups are waiting
I want to see their glowing faces
Touch their stalks
And make a bouquet for daddy
Listen to the crows,
Can you hear them?
They are saying
Yaaar!
Thoughts have dragged at my heels
Of late
Grief and sorrow
Memories of
Foot and mouth
Piles of carcasses
Smoking beacons of failure
Suicidal farmers
I worked in fields
In Eire
Then
One case they had
With
Disinfectant everywhere
White overalls
And new boots
Keep the farmers safe
Keep the animals alive
Be careful and
Know just how powerful you are
But here:
Blighty
Blighted
“There was no other way”
I could see the pyres
Burning
As I came into land
Going to the meadow
To see the buttercups growing
Is just what I need
Cows would make beautiful butter
From these
Nwyfre 