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Rainbow Promises
We took to the field
eleven flowers still in bloom
white, blue and yellow
tractor tracks fading in the grass
stubble crisp and dry snapping
under foot as yesterday,
mole hills dissolved
in yesterday’s rain.
A heavy storm now brews
sun-beams on the farm
contrasting with the sky
grey battle ships
War-like threats of storms
rainbow promises above
the farm house roof
bathed in evening light.
"Come on Jack, let's go home."
Through the wood and gate,
October can’t be trusted,
fickle as last year.
They say its rain all week,
spuds not in, fields to plough,
one maize field to go.
A beer won't come amiss
Jim may be there who knows?
eleven flowers still in bloom
white, blue and yellow
tractor tracks fading in the grass
stubble crisp and dry snapping
under foot as yesterday,
mole hills dissolved
in yesterday’s rain.
A heavy storm now brews
sun-beams on the farm
contrasting with the sky
grey battle ships
War-like threats of storms
rainbow promises above
the farm house roof
bathed in evening light.
"Come on Jack, let's go home."
Through the wood and gate,
October can’t be trusted,
fickle as last year.
They say its rain all week,
spuds not in, fields to plough,
one maize field to go.
A beer won't come amiss
Jim may be there who knows?
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