Rainbow promises

   
We took to the field,      
eleven flowers 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  brewing      
sun-beams on the farm      
contrasting with the sky,     
grey battle ships      
War-like threats of rain,      
rainbow promises above      
the farm house roof      
bathed in evening sun-beams  
gold bars to light the rainbow  
rain soon,feel it in the breeze.  
"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.      
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