my crofting valentine

Be my crofting valentine

your delicate hands so refined

to the kidding shed if you'd be so kind

and explore the goats behind

to deliver live kids once entwined

my valentine




you wear a pocketed apron like a wife

with the baler twine and opinel knife

iodine fingers smelling rife

fully embracing the farming life

my reluctant valentine




late at night when all is still

with a thermos flask against the chill

a lull in kidding and nothing ill

longing dreams of a breakfast grill

your coffee cup I will refill

if you'll be my valentine

had enough

I've had enough of picturesque

what normal folks call snow

I've had enough of solid pipe

where water use to flow




I've had enough of frozen water butts

centimetres thick

that broke the hammer handle

and shattered a concrete brick




I've had enough of icy paths

and wellies with no tread

this cruel world I've had enough

I'm going back to bed

a phone

in my pocket is my phone
But I never touch a key
it has a massive memory
the latest technology
it can tell me where I am
pinpoint accuracy
is it right to use something
twice as smart as me?