A wheelbarrow pours out enjoyable hours spent wood-chip spreading
The farmer's wife wipes her forehead with a gloved hand
A farmer's mouth pours out annoyance
At the children trampling through his wheat field
Hands pour out warm and familiar touches
Down the lane where a couple stroll in the sunlight
A tipper truck pours out fractured rocks from the quarry
At a nearby site where ideas become houses
A collapsed ceiling pours out the smell of forgotten and abandoned
As demolition promises new architecture for modern living
New couples pour out new children to trample the wheat field
From homes with fresh paint and inevitable gardens
A wheelbarrow pours out enjoyable hours spent wood-chip spreading