Signed off...ready now for the next challenge. Something completely different, I think.
Offa’s land, the country of the Marches
Is rich in hillside, field and tree,
The landscape stitched together quietly
By lines of hedgerows and the odd stretch
Of wooden fence, and hemmed by ditch and track.
Over the next rise, this garment’s torn:
The fabric’s lost its sheen, is all worn
Out - punctured by agricultural sheds and shacks.
But beyond, there on the hillside just above,
A stand of leafless trees rescues the scene:
Leafless but by no means lifeless. Though green
Shoots are some way off, there’s love
Of life regrouping here, ready to show
Itself as soon as Spring says, ‘OK, Green for Go!’