Saturday, 29 July 2017

smell of muck, 29/July/17

time passes.....
clunk!
cut and bale, smell of muck
cut and bale, smell of muck
cut and bale, smell of muck
harvesters harvesting, tractors factor how much they can carry from field to farm to tip and bale as bales as silage bales as plastic-coated silage bales most in black some in pink, even blue or green...
spreaders spreading smelly muck, sucking slurry into tanks hosing tried and tested soil to feed the worms to feed the birds to grow whatever grows in such a heinous pong
discharge discharged flung as muck once grass itself now fresh from cow is cast about from farmers farming overalled in heavy boots on tractors huge spray and spew from dawn to dusk accompanied by gulls, their feathered retinue over water signals shoals, over fields signals bugs and grubs and crawly things...
jackdaws, rooks and crows keep profiles low as they wait the sound of tractors out and once they're gone appear like moths to flames, or even scavengers to muck...
cut and bale, smell of muck
cut and bale, smell of muck
cut and bale, smell of muck
close the windows, hold your breath, here comes one that's fresh as almost straight out of the cow....
duck and run
duck and run
don't stand there nor get too close, the sound of tractors everywhere a symphony from dawn to dusk and sometimes further still...
do it now,
do it now
before the rains sets in again and hell breaks loose and flattens grass the stock will need for feed when autumn blows the summer out and lights a winter fire...
do it now
do it now
time is not to waste, the hum and drum and drone and groan of engines toiling every hedge-bound square of land and more and more until, until it's cut and baled, cut and baled and piled in piles most orderly and neat awaiting spikes that soon will come but not quite yet, not quite yet, for now there's time to sigh and slump and look for all the world as though they've been there all the time, for forever and a day as seasons slave away in turning daylight into night.......
soon be time
soon be time
soon be time to scatter 'nips and set the sheep to task on winter-fields to nibble as it all begins again but quiet now with tractors, balers, spreaders all hibernating in their sheds just waiting for the call......


© robert greig 2017

1 comment:

Martin Kloess said...

Thank you for drifting me away awhile.