Stick Man, East Hoathly
A concrete rippled ramp,
Past-scarred by drain movers,
Short vein of fix-tarmac,
Rolled ‘tween cast covers.
A skinny, resolute,
Clump of grass,
Too rough for the lawns,
Fights up through the path.
An inert alarm box,
Above bolted doors:
Two horses cast shadows,
Stick Man, of course.