In love with the farms and fells
Out in all weathers with his dog,
Snap tin of butties and cake,
And a thermos flask of tea
He rebuilt one and a half miles
Of dry stone walls in the Lakes
Blending faces, ties and chocks
Hearting, binding and bonding.
If I, in love with the farms and fields
Had done as much for the hedgerows
Of my native county Cheshire,
Badging cops, staking and laying hawthorn
With my dog, some baggin and a brew,
Then I could have been so well content
But only words are left for stones or pleachers
To heart and bind and bond and pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice tribute to Eric, what more could one ask then to be remembered by a poem. It would be nice to tell the readers more of Eric's life. Was he an only child? ; was he ever married? , so much unsaid. Your poem rates a 10.