A lane pulling away between fields laid low with winter wear.
The village men and women out in January weather,
their boots clocking hours against the road,
raking hay and plastic out of the verge
their spades cutting places for thorn and hazel.
The wind coming in and
the lines of rain on the wind,
everyone bends to digging
and the sacks of whips being ferried up the row
until each blows out empty, the bales of stakes cut free
and one stake after another pushed in deep,
each the narrow governor to a tree.
All afternoon firing off these salvos into the ground
until its too dark, and the villagers lean on their spades,
spent, imagining their presence in this hedge,
their intention to remain growing out of it,
an urge to make better what has been found.
Stopping too, to rest my hands
dirt-dark and pricked tight with thorn resistance
I hear love in the villagers’ talk,
see their love in the slow gain,
the labour and the laying down,
love in the planting to blemish what is bare, fill what is empty
and come spring bring blossom and green wicks to the brown –
love in this place, in the changed air delighted,
our country loved with new obstruction.
Tomorrow will bring more labour like this,
more fellowship and the joy of it, the joy.
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Very good. Excellent stuff. Flashes of Gerard Manly Hopkins. Have you read The Windhover?
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GMH, yes –
lovely; but what are the sacks of whips?
ps, esp this “love in the planting to blemish what is bare, fill what is empty
and come spring bring blossom and green wicks to the brown”