Poetry

Showing posts with label agriculture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label agriculture. Show all posts

Wednesday 27 October 2021

The day they cut the corn

 They have cut the corn

It is like a field that's shorn

They have cut the corn

It's cut off and torn

And all the storks look

like cones or forks

They have cut the corn today


They have shorn the field

And forced it to kneel

And made a meal of me

It was horns and reels

It was thorns and keels

That brought me back from sea


And there are major ways

and major plans

And there are places where none could pass

And there were minor lists

And major courts

The day they cut the corn


There were homes that crumbled

And furrows that rumbled

And there were brows that fell low

There was earth that lifts

And birds off cliffs

The day they cut the corn

The day they cut the corn


The minor shifts

And Major lifts

The day they cut the corn

I was quite forlorn

The day they cut the corn

The day they cut the corn


A near kiss

And you let it miss

The day they cut the corn

The crows they shift

Like clouds of mist

The day they cut the corn

The day they cut the corn


Monday 13 September 2021

Big Sky

 There was a storm over the corn

On the day that you were born

Over the hills, a long, long way

Long, long way to go still


There was a dark cloud on the horizon

And a blue moon it was rising

There was a storm, storm over the corn

On the day, the day you were born


There was a kestrel in the sky

There was an apple in the pie

It was a case of do or die

And there was a storm rolling in 

to the big blue sky

In the big sky, in the big sky

Yes in the big sky


Where we shall fly,

When we cry in the big sky

In the big sky


There was a man on the hill

He was standing there, standing so still

Just a giant, with a giant will

Holding up the sky

Holding up the big sky


And they pick the bright green corn

Just like the day that you were born

In the big sky, in the big sky

Came from a big sky, came from a big sky


In the big sky, where we do fly

Where crows they cry, and spindles sigh

That's the place where you and I

Will go when we die

Yes in the big sky, in the big sky

Both you and I, both you and I

Yes in the big sky, in the big sky

You and I, yes you and I