A Lincolnshire Lad - Vista From Willingham Hill Poem by Christopher Tye

A Lincolnshire Lad - Vista from Willingham Hill

High upon Willingham Hill,
A great vista of the heart of Lincolnshire,
Just glimpsing neighbouring Nottinghamshire,
Thirty and more miles of towns and countryside.

The great cathedral of Lincoln loaming in the distance,
The twin power stations of West and East Burton,
The local churches of Sixhills, Tealby and North Willingham,
The town of Market Rasen beyond Willingham Woods.

A great patchwork of fields in all directions,
Hints of dwelling places here and there,
Crops growing as sheep and cattle graze,
Looking from the wolds across the flatter parts of Lincolnshire.

Big skies over a big country,
Birds soaring high on thermals,
Airliners heading to and from Humberside Airport,
RAF jets flying high and low altitudes.

Everything a man could dream of in sight,
Broad sunlight uplands basking in summer,
Green and pleasant woodland full of life,
Quaint olde English villages scattered around.

The food basket of England laid out in fields,
Yellow rape fields to golden wheat fields,
Potatoes to feed the nation's tummies,
Carrots, peas and onions as well as sugar beet.

Just one hill with a view,
But what a view to behold,
A great vista of England's greatest county,
A Lincolnshire Lad could want nothing else.

By Christopher Tye