Over the fence he leans, speaks of
his time working
the huge hedgeless farms, decades
spent stretched on brown landscapes,
scenes etched into his eyes, where
I see him smoking
in deafening tractor cabs, minding
ploughs behind him
while trawling the rich draining silts,
for all our sakes – the interminable
trails of gulls in his tow
© copyright David Barker 2014
Ciscography 
hard to come in from the wide open spaces…to a land of hedges and fences….
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Good poem ! 🙂 x
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Enjoyed this DB. Great to “see” you.
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“the interminable
trails of gulls in his tow” … I love this.
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I like how the old man’s life is part of the landscape.. I think in farming that’s how it is..
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each work chosen carefully… like the stokes of a painting… lovely poem
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David, I love your images here. Nicely done, as always.
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