Fields away, they recognised the sound for what
it was, others took note of the time, as much
to convince themselves as anybody else, people
put down their work to listen, and if you asked
each of them to describe what they heard, a hundred
various images might crowd your mind, in time
rumour gave the story a life of its own, even when they
remembered, if at all, men and women would gaze
towards the middle distance and smile, while others
would put their hands to their ears, close their eyes.