A frisky pheasant skitters across the lawn
joined by an inquisitive deer.
In the shrubbery clumps of blue and yellow petals
chopped logs stand in stacks.
An abandoned tree-house falling to the ground
the remains of a broken swing creaks.
Along the lane to the duck egg lady
eggs and honesty box outside her gate.
On to Park Farm selling raw milk from bored
black and white cows, pick up homemade sausages.
Drive back along the lane under a canopy of leaves
up and down over the bumps of the unmade road.