02/10/2025
Grey wind races across the field,Chasing lines carved deep in damp soil,Churned and hacked by plough and harrow.Year on year, turning the surface, Scraping and shaping,Scribing purpose on the land.Rain follows wind,Drawn and driven,Blown over ridges,Filling in ditches,Soaking the dirt.Standing alone in the face of the weather,An old man of the earth.Battered and scarred,Twisted and ripped.Once he stood with others,Young and wild,Bright and beautiful.They raced for the air,Reached for the light,Laughed as they spun and they stretched....
Grey wind races across the field,Chasing lines carved deep in damp soil,Churned and hacked by plough and harrow.Year on year, turning the surface, Scraping and shaping,Scribing purpose on the land.…
