A Lincolnshire Lad - Great Tows
Great hamlet of ours,
Remote and all the more glorious for it,
England's hidden gem,
A farming tradition kept alive,
Three bungalows and a form does a hamlet make.
Tows little in size but great in heart,
Old barn's served as chapel on the Sabbath,
Wolds farmland at its finest,
Switchbacks the best little road in England.
By Christopher Tye
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