A Lincolnshire Lad - Sixhills
Sitting high up in the wolds,
Idolised as a quaint rural village,
Xylem fed stock sheltering in farmyards,
Haven of tranquillity away from busy roads,
Idyll of the good old days when life was good,
Lush farmland in all directions,
Lavish vistas for weary eyes,
Sitting amongst six hills how apt.
By Christopher Tye
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