Rough Sketched & True
As compelling
To an artist’s eye
As moist dry stone
Walls in autumn
Lichen crowned
Green tinged and
Majestic browns
The colour of near
Day old leverets
Yet nowhere near
As wise
Resting rock still
Pon flayed barley
While in the very
Distant distance
Those same artist
Eyes fix upon
A flock of startled
Yellowhammer
As they did rise from
Berried hedgerows
Boughed into the sky
As pollen might
From rough scythed
Piss the beds
Indeed a sightly sight
And true
A fledgling morn
The artist
Does indeed delight
And sets his easel down
Rough sketch complete