Pedals purposefully pushed, cog-ratchets crisply click,
balloon bike-tyres on bumpy roads hum quick;
tractor-treads decorate malleable verge edges,
cycle-saddle height affords views over hedges.
Road-surface shows little sign of bovine splat,
absent wheel-crushed papier-mache cow pats;
primal-perfumed scenes, distinct rural aroma:
slurry-pong permeates this suburban persona.
Country quiet broken, machinery driven along:
tractors trundle past, obscuring birdsong;
uplifted loader buckets, or shiny bale impalers,
dripping slurry tanks, clattering rattling trailers.
Turf smoke tenuously tints, scents landscapes,
fields winter-flooded, few manage escape;
grass declines growth, water-logged the earth:
seed to be sown, ewes soon to give birth.
Farmers and fields: ancient that land-linkage,
each auction payment shows further shrinkage;
mart only meeting place, small shops long-closed,
sheepdogs unemployed, paws cushion wet nose.