And now for clean smart shoes,
not the older ones clarried in
Fair Hill Farm muck (where
a sheep struggled to drop an
early Easter day lamb while a
donkey, meek and motionless,
with mute empathy looked on)
Or coarse sand clinging from a
continuing stroll on the Strand,
us with flask and hot cross buns
celebrating the Sun rise
on the day the Son rose.
(And, were you aware that donkeys
bear a cross on their backs too.)
lifeintheshortstaycarpark 
❤️