A Lincolnshire Lad - The Old Orchard Poem by Christopher Tye

The Old Orchard

Looking at these old trees reaching the end,
Ending their long journey through time,
From little saplings before the great war,
To the silent witnesses of the bomber crews,
Of the second world war for ever lost to their homeland,
The nuclear age with Thor missiles in their back yard,
To the Lightnings soaring over head to the end of the cold war,
Just like me they just want peace in their last years.

By Christopher Tye