A Lincolnshire Lad - Farming Poem by Christopher Tye

A Lincolnshire Lad - Farming



A Lincolnshire Lad - Farming

Food capital of England thanks to farming,
Armies of agricultural labourers in the good olde days,
Rural tranquillity slowly disappearing,
Mechanised leviathans crowding country lanes,
Improvements and inventions displacing people,
Nature still clinging on in the hedgerows,
Gone forever the olde days of farming in Lincolnshire.

By Christopher Tye

Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: countryside,farm
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A Lincolnshire Lad is a collection of poems that I am working on about Lincolnshire, it's history and life living here in my homeland.
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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