On Passing a Farm on a Train

ON PASSING A FARM WHILE ON A TRAIN

Rusting harrow lying still
Over used pallets and broken slats
Tyres, tyres, tyres, tyres, tyres
Two wandering crows
Stack of old bricks webbed and mossed
Lichen crawling yearly along fence rail
A boot flung away
Unused chicken wire, still rolled tight
‘Not got round too’
Hernia hill waiting to pop
Arthritis just waiting round the corner
Two tractors, one in use
Other not. Jobs building up,
Barb wire hanging, logs need chopping
Wheelbarrow full
Farmers grip loosening
Leave it till the next life.
Leave it for now