Getting Through With The Hay…
(Inspired by a Peter Brook painting…)
I smiled. It was like looking at an old cartoon, a lampoon
Of harsh West Yorkshire weather, when life simply had to continue.
In this scenario, the hay needed ‘getting through’ as soon
As possible to feed livestock and bolster a farmer’s revenue.
And a startled sheep looks on, one ear cocked, as if wondering at the insanity of the whims of humanity…
Wintering woods almost envelop the truck, once called a lorry
Where I come from in Birmingham, as if it has shed its foliage of dull brown
Upon the cuboid of dull brown fodder, quivering with worry
Behind the driver’s cab, as it nears a bend and is thus slowing down…
And the startled sheep raises an eyebrow, as if considering the insanity of the strife of humanity…
Beneath the single snowbound tree lies a road sign, traffic-grime spattered,
Warning drivers to engage a low gear for the decline ahead.
A troublesome descent then, this one-man-bob-truck, snow splattered,
Approaching the unseen hazard with caution, or indeed some dread…
And the startled sheep raises an expression, pondering the insanity of the quirks of humanity…
Pete Ray…
29th January 2026…
A bad, snow covered road, a warning sign, a decline ahead and a comical sheep suggested a humorous question...
'What happened next?'
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