Slurry

By trevor_mossop

Wed, 30 Dec 2015
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A new and sweet aroma,
Is filling up the air.
Feel free to take a deep breath,
There's lots of it to share.
 
It's deep inside your nostrils,
clinging to your nasal hairs.
Alas there's no escaping,
Even up 3 flights of stairs.
 
You can jump into your car and drive,
But it's in every local field.
And you can, in desperation,
Use your own armpits as a shield.
 
It's the lovely smell of slurry,
The stuff that helps crops grow.
If your garments are on the clothes line,
That's not the wind you want to blow.
 
You'll smell just like a farmer,
Each and every day and night.
You might appreciate your not alone,
We're all suffering your plight.
 
We each in turn, all hold our breath,
Or put our fingers on our nose.
But sometimes we forget ourselves,
Inhale and curl our toes.
 
The good news is, it's not for long,
It dwindles swiftly over time.
It won't be long, before it's gone,
Then, to breath fresh air again - sublime!
 
Then the local crops will grow,
To put food upon our table.
You could say that we might benefit,
At least those of us who are able.
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Comments

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

I live in a small village with fields fit only for grazing on three sides.  The soil depth is shallow and arable farming quite out of the question.  Slurry is a major part of my existence here in the countryside.  I loved this piece and I can SO relate to it.  As I say to my wife "the smell I can stand, it's the taste..."

Lovely poem

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

I live in a small village with fields fit only for grazing on three sides.  The soil depth is shallow and arable farming quite out of the question.  Slurry is a major part of my existence here in the countryside as the grass needs all the help it can get. 

I loved this piece and I can SO relate to it.  As I say to my wife "the smell I can stand, it's the taste..."

Lovely poem