Tree against chimney
pylon stands on planted field
If nature accepts man as naturallly as itself
does man accept self as natures yield?

smoke billowing in the distance
chicken house stands empty
straight lined drainage ditches
mirroring my journey
of distanced perspective
of rooks gathered
to feast the seeded field

Pale winter sun, latening afternoon
electric glow already alights a distant street
before the birds begin their song,
the night to greet
so afraid of the dark have we become?
would we still fear the night
if man and darkness lived as one?

Vast plumes of smoke, becoming clearer now
The power plant, playing its part
yet still one cant help but marvel
at those brick stacked giants of industral art
growing up from the fields below
from tiny ideas mighty oaks do grow

scarecrow in high viz dress
coppice stands to mark the way
starlings gather .. communication lines
river breaching man made sides

tower standing derelict
sodden hay stacked head to head
is this how god will celebrate
when we are dead?

allotments stand like crazy paving
pig sty sports graffitti art
geese begin the longest journey
over tesco's car park

lights shine upon empty platforms
a character walks from another time
but onward still the train rumbles
we are still alive, I think, this time.