Manure

The rotting garden,
Bare across the winter months,
Sleeps alive –

Fortitude is rumbling ‘mongst Manure
Giving character,
Bringing in the farm –
Fecundity in faeces!

We talk about consistency of shit –
We dig it in –
We love it –

Gives the element of pride,
For we are green
And dreaming evermore
Of yet another bulging plot.