And Over the Bridge

Concentration. Wire matting can deflect,Catch my front wheel.Now I’m over the bridge.Solitude, space and the soft crunch Of tyres on gravel. Nearby a slow and steady throbbing.Now I see it, a tractor,Towing some ungainly device,But useful I’m sureOnly to be seen in a farm paddock A dog barks.Birdcalls – birdsounds come in flocks too. SlowContinue reading “And Over the Bridge”