oh james i love this excitement
how we have become vocal with
few to hear

do you whoop and holler like
i do, do you laugh as the wind
goes by
as the smoke rises?

joy came yesterday up over the house

quietly choosing twigs by tone and colour
looked to the noise
dark with propellers it flew over low enough
to see cockpit clear
i turned to see it go
shouting up

happy and happy that earlier i saw the swallow
on the wire outside

happy that all the rubbish burned
that the farmer will fetch me an old
car tyre

that the water butt is tight and tidy

now i shout and do not care who may hear

make my ladders
and will put one in
the neighbour’s post
box next tuesday

those that are kind to me

i asked her how far i walk each day
did she know
she said it was 253 miles james

do we believe her?