Stand up high
Above the pastoral scene
Seemingly spared
An industrial revolution
Fool yourself
Into thinking
You are seeing the world
As it was
As it should be
Pretend there is no modernity
At play in the growing crop
That the hedgerows
Are not an industrialised line
Scarring the landscape
You are up on high
And from here
The present
Seems so far away
So spread your arms
And feel the wind
Rush around you
Let it drown out
The noise of man
Unstuck Monsters 