I have been given another five words by Elizabeth this time "wheat, violet, mobile, phone, incredulous".

This was written while I should have been working, will write bit more of an intro later.


Footprint

Incredulous eyes watch the wheat crop
yawn and stretch, awake with the cockerels call.

Space is a number, land a dial tone
the wind a mobile phone

Man commands his metal beasts
turns blue skies to violet sunsets.