Living on an airport take off route,
Each summer roars with climbing underbellies,
Emirates, KLM and Easyjet
But this year, the sky returns to nature.
We walk the parched fields,
Through the struggling rape seed.
Hard ground resists the dog’s futile foraging,
Till momentarily, the sniffing stops.
Overhead whirring disturbs the balance,
This is no tweet of the day birdsound,
Engines thrum like angry cops,
Blades beat in picket line rhythm,
Destination and purpose unknown.
Seconds later an uneasy calm descends,
The dog resumes her hopeful search,
We welcome the rippling breeze.
Steve Bishop
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