Beating the Bounds at Rodborough
Viability bought to you by Brunel
Stage left, enter Mr Butler, on struggle and existence,
From bread marches to food banks
Through the Terminal arches of the Thames and Severn
We form a train
Through Corinthian pillars of plastic
Cupping his hand to sip Spring
While the 575 board attests to a
Land use revealed in 50 bankside plants.
The Butterbur from Butterow Hill
Full tease ahead to raise the nap
Above the new reed in the Mill Pond
2 frogs spawn in the rain.
Land explored along it’s boundary.
That old fallen beech climbed by Ivy and Tyrus
once heard the murmuration of the grain-marchers
Petitioning walkers to Cirencester
Toasted now by brewery Chartists.
Did you see The Bear? The Clothier’s Arms?
You were Fleece’d
Turn off the taps of the Military Tattoo
We made your red coats, now you tread us down
Down you go old Scarlet, Indigo the Navy
You were ‘pressed.
Restricted views of enclosed landscapes
Offered through peepholes for different sized folk.
‘we weavers require bigger windows than this’,
Routes trod by bonded labour,
Bonded now by gravel paths.
Meet Christine, teacher at a Glinton School,
Who met Trev at Roy Kinnear’s Fen.
Beryl Reid’s catchphrase is exclaimed
where Laurie Lee walked the Nailsworth stream,
Fleeing Rowcroft’s Chartered lives.
Beating the bounds with Radical Stroud,
from the grass roots sap rises
Returning we learn ‘now arriving at Acbot’,
Sit in quiet zone, pretending its first class;
I stick out muddy boots.