I discovered the wild green plum
down the lane, where the horse's run
rolls the clay to a chocolate base,
Turning features on the face
of fertile wet earth dust
on her bulging bee-yeast crust,
and the creamy custard sky
tops a bramble plum-filled pie.
Here the spikey blackthorns reach
to the haw, to the oak, to the beech,
While their tarty indigo sloes
top the gentle-fruit of the rose
Hip, cheers - to the spreading jam
to a plum-soaked brandy dram,
and a pleasant evening in
with a shot of sweet sloe gin.