CLEAN HEAD:
Rode in the rain between fields bursting with new life.
Rinsed a headful of noise out by half way round the circuit.
Grey men with angry dogs hail them back on rough leather straps,
yellow hammers burst from hedgerows, low out’ve overhang grasses
stooping their heads over succulent blacktop. Rain up my back off
the wheel, knuckles soaked in leather cocoons. Wild flowers exude
a heady perfume as we stop to photograph the same field, from bare
earth to erupting with the dance of feather head green.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
“This is a man’s world
This is a man’s world
But it wouldn’t be nothing, nothing
Without a woman or a girl…”