after quite some time
the red block capitals
not being weather proof enough
have worn away
as will this coastal path
by lifetimes of defiant rambling feet
of which some voluntary feet will return
to put right any unavoidable damage it has to be said.
Although having paid little heed of the unsociable warning
we nevertheless can still feel the unfriendliness of its words.
I wonder if at the time of their oil based application on plywood
what is was that possessed the the mean minded greedy land owner
no doubt selfishly smiling as he or one of his low paid lackeys
reached for placard,brush,paint,hammer and nails into thinking
without grace or manners or kindliness towards his fellow man?
could it possibly have been (and as ludicrous as it may sound)
that he would arrive here one day to find his never used field had been stolen?
surely he must at least have had the sense to know that
there is no backpack in the world that a square mile of sod carpeted earth could fit into
or countryside loving shoulders strong enough to carry such a weight if there had been!
(or even more ludicrous a thought)
that the repeated viewings by our beauty loving eyes
like the weathers inflictions on that notice board
would wear the scenery away?