Towpath Poem. (Trent and Mersey Canal, Spring 2007.)

They are changing the colour of the field

across from Rockpits. Blue-cabbed tractor

cutting grass: in the hedge

a cock pheasant is drowned out.

The pleading voices of lambs

are blown this way and that.

Grey heron on the far bank

gets up, but low enough

to almost feather tip

its slow green shadow.

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