The Earthmovers (for Alfie)

The Earthmovers (for Alfie) short poem

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away, away, they go, three in a line, earthmovers all

cross hill and valley, chalky soil mounted high
towards the strange blue bucket towering in the sky
head, thorax, abdomen, bobbing up and down
march on, march on, over stone and gravel strewn

ahead the new glade rises from Old Peculiar’s seeding soil

warm, warm, the sun, a good day to be alive
past Dogberry, honeysuckle, and red robin
march on, up dirt mound and composted hill
the planet does not turn itself, it never will

away, away they go, three in a line, earthmovers all

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Trevor Maynard (1963) was born in Southend-on-Sea, Essex, England. He is the editor of The Poetic Bond series including THE POETIC BOND, THE POETIC BOND II, THE POETIC BOND III and THE POETIC BOND IV. Trevor's new poetry collection KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON is now available. He read Theatre Studies and Dramatic Art at Royal Holloway College and has worked for ten years in the theater, writing, directing and producing. Trevor is married to Jo and has four kids, six grandchildren, as well as a cat. Other works include FOUR TRUTHS (2010), a collection of four one act plays, and two single plays, GLASS and FROM PILLOW TO POST.
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