purposefully pushed pedals, cog-ratchets crisply click,
on bumpy roads balloon bike-tyres hum happily quick;
tractor-treads decorate malleable verge edges,
cycle-saddle height affords farm views over hedges.
road-surface show little evidence of any bovine splat,
absent wheel-crushed papier-mache cow pats;
primal-perfumed scenes, distinct rural aroma,
slurry-pong permeates sanitised suburban persona.
country quiet broken by farm machinery driven along:
tractors trundle past, briefly obscuring birdsong;
uplifted loader buckets, or shiny straw bale impalers,
slightly-dripping slurry tanks, tuneless rattling trailers.
turf smoke tenuously tints, subtly scented landscapes,
many fields winter-flooded, few manage escape;
much grass declines growth, water-logged the earth:
seed needs to be sown, soon ewes will give birth.
farmers and fields, cattle and crop: ancient land-linkage,
expenses expand but payments show much shrinkage;
mart is only meeting place, small shops long-closed,
sheepdog lies patient, muddy paws cushion wet nose.