Beans climbing up the bamboo canes
\nWigwams reaching for the light
\nWe could grow if we didn’t know your name
\nSteady and solid like a tortoise preserving it’s might<\/p>\n
Houses lined up in the streets
\nEach their own universe
\nFood tonight provides a treat
\nMy own recipe for these leftovers it could be worse<\/p>\n
Hiding away with my favourite sounds
\nNothing much could be better than this bass
\nI found nothing and nothing I have found
\nThese moments are the greatest gift – they’re ace<\/p>\n
A colossal foundation for an ideal life
\nFrom the ashes of branded waste
\nSelf sufficiency and recycled joy frees our strife
\nOur wants illusions frequenting at haste<\/p>\n
Slowed water but not still
\nThe ashes can settle
\nThe feeling of will
\nThoughts wrought by metal
\nThe ground we cannot refill
\nOur wares smash – so brittle
\nTrees we kill
\nBurn for our kettle<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Tea revives our energy unspent
\nGroups of believers tell us to repent
\nGuilty of the same crimes if not more
\nDo we have to tell them the score?<\/p>\n
Time is on our side<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Beans climbing up the bamboo canes Wigwams reaching for the light We could grow if we didn’t know your name Steady and solid like a tortoise preserving it’s might Houses lined up in the streets Each their own universe Food tonight provides a treat My own recipe for these leftovers it could be worse Hiding … Continue reading Fork Valley Allotment<\/span>