It’s shape is a remnant
from the in roads and out
roads and industrialisation
and what’s left is the manor,
manless manor in the middle
It’s a back yard dog
for Lancashire, Yorkshire
Midlands, chained up
panting in unbroken heat;
shaking off deluges
when they come.
get back there, explore
hear the silence implore
‘In wildness is the preservation of the world’
My Deerboy 