Yellow bobbing flowers surround me
mile after climbing mile of all consuming rape.
Not easter's fresh greeting
this is summer demanding
I AM HERE.
The lambs still cry
but now they must leave their mother
the land will grow dry,
they must toughen up,
search for themselves,
loose baby fat, be stout legged
and strong hearted.
Mud has solidified
hard stone filled ruts
beneath the wheels,
the car hides beneath the blanket
as dark draws the covers,
the last farmer raises the blades
and heads off.
I wind down the window
breathing slow, shoes off
coat tossed in the back,
squashed dead flies kiss the screen,
relax, count to ten
sleep comes quickly,
legs on the passenger seat.
my dream is immediate, a crow hops, black beady eyes
beaming, he is picking at a corpse, a dead lamb, peck
after peck pulling warm intestines from the bloody red belly.
his head ricochets with a butchers effort as the youthful
carcass is deconstructed.
Sorry, forgot missing hyphens:
all-consuming
strong-hearted
And it's lose, not loose - unless you meant that the baby fat is loose..
A cheery little poem!
Might I suggest that you add "The" to the title: "Summertime And The Leaving Is Easy"?
You also don't explain - or even seem to hint at (though this is possibly me being obtuse) - which leaving you're talking about. If you're going to plagiarise a famous song title, shouldn't you justify it? You could mention the trees coming into leaf. Or is the irrelevance of the title intentional? (I've done this on occasion.)
I find the "dead" in "squashed dead flies" superfluous.
Final criticism: "butchers" should include an apostrophe, no?
Aside from all that, I enjoyed it.