Pretty as a pippin and just as tight –
land of honesty boxes
and shot-holes in the signage.
Woods culture of stiff opinion:
log and lop / love and lock.
Square houses, their squiggles of smoke
tanging the valley.
A road from big to small:
stormclouds hazing the Hartz mountains,
in the tidy glens, a wrenish attention to detail.
All double lines:
massacre of possum and pademelon,
gut stink in the roadside daisies.
The blackberries ripen by the river
which starts out Scots and English,
finishes sweepingly French –
and the Tahuni Lingah, where are their names?