It would be great to own a field,
not sell it for the dosh:
with a splashy, babbling stream,
a hawthorn bush,
a 5-bar gate
to navigate;
lie down til late,
reflect on fate;
which does explain
why a windows laptop
lights a field inside
its tiny oblong frame
and plays a song –
da da dar dar dum – worldwide.
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