It was a cold wet winters morning as i ran down the yard

Jumping across huge puddles with my new green wellies

Brown duffel coat buttoned up across my chin

Hands scrunched up under  thick warm sleeves

On entering the parlor great beasts took their places

Each one knew where to go and stood to attention

A humming noise came from a machine on the wall

Telling me that everything was about to begin

I sat on a bale of hay close to the rusty steel gate

A river ran just on the other side of it

further on a field stretching uphill to massive trees

The rain was thundering down at an angle as i viewed all

The sound of the wind roared around the parlor

Steam raising up now from the drying beasts

swollen bags beneath them rocked to and fro

As the machine sucked from four soft thumbs

The rain blew in just a few feet from my wellies

Desperately trying to reach in further

Looking out again i saw the trees fighting in the wind

goosebumps and spasms of delight filled me

Watching two worlds at once before me

Inside my brown Duffel coat…