For the love of Cow Shit

For the love of Cow Shit

 

Longing for those days were the smell of shit is in the air

Those days so still, only the buzz of the bee can be heard.

Toss and turn all night kept awake in a sleepless heat

Strange looking insects appear in the news.

Packed seaside beaches and a warning about jelly fish.

The man next door complaining, about the hose pipe ban.

Sun burnt peeling backs all around

The irony of the racist trying to get a tan.

The sweet song of the hay fever chorus.

Most of all I yearn for the smell of cow shit.

You know that sort of smell than lingers in the air

That’s my sweet fragrance.

For when your nostrils come alive.

Inhaling the scent of muck spread labour.

You know its summertime

Martin Hickman©December 2014