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An Old Man's Weather
The old man’s flat check cap
did little to hide life’s creases
He spoke of the weather,
how it stole life from crops,
broke a man’s spirit
He knelt in the grey soil,
pulled at it with bent hands
The dirt blew away
It’s a right bugger, he said
He pointed to a scarf of cloud
hugging the hills
A good sign for rain , he said
That, and an aching knee
did little to hide life’s creases
He spoke of the weather,
how it stole life from crops,
broke a man’s spirit
He knelt in the grey soil,
pulled at it with bent hands
The dirt blew away
It’s a right bugger, he said
He pointed to a scarf of cloud
hugging the hills
A good sign for rain , he said
That, and an aching knee
Published 6th May 2019
Author's Note
Just a character I met
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7th May 2019 2:17am
It's amazing that anyone and anything can inspire us, inspiration can be found in the strangest of places - I really liked this one :-)))))
7th May 2019 3:11am
You gleaned a lot from that meeting, with a poetic eye; as someone who also has his hands in the soil a lot (and a flat cap) I could tally well with the character.
