a muddy Monday
angels crying tears of joy
ripples in the sky
germinating seeds
soaked in teardrops from heaven
angels yearn to sprout
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squelching steps composed
by angels at work in fields
of fritillaries
Tag: mud
In Myrtleville one Sunday morning
In Myrtleville one Sunday morning
Two men in green galoshes plodded thru blinding mud and glistening puddles as friesians foraged for food in a field by the sea.
Electrical wire carried current to discourage the herd from wandering.
The men got there and one changed the boundaries so the cows could eat tufts of grass.
Who doesn’t trundle through dung & slurry on a track to better pasture ?
Who doesn’t push towards others who scrabble for scarce supplies to keep them going until the weather turns and growth resumes.?
Who doesn’t hope for someone to move goalposts and let you stock up for the next bit of the journey from birth to dust?
It’s worth watching mud, cattle and men in sunlight – anytime.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 