I Hear The Church Bells Ringing Now Poem by Brian P FitzGerald

I Hear the Church Bells Ringing Now
- A Land of Milk and Honey

The bells now ring across the vale
And down the country lane I stroll;
My spirits are high and life is great -
Much joy I feel in heart and soul.

The swallows circle above my head,
The sun so warm, the air so still;
In the field the cows I see,
And sheep I hear upon the hill.

Across the fields of waving corn,
A sweetly scented breeze so soft -
Now rustles the leaves of shady elms,
That gently whisp and sigh aloft.

Upon my left is Field House Farm,
Its milk renowned across the land;
I see their cattle softly graze,
And hear them low as here I stand.

And on I walk, the air so warm,
O'er the bridge - a line no more -
To Kiplingcotes and York it was,
A trail that ramblers now explore.

On top I pause to view the scene,
Of countryside and distant Wold;
So blessed and peaceful now I feel,
To see its beauty all unfold.

So on I walk, down the hill,
In Etton now, so charming, serene;
I stand and gaze, admire the sight,
Of church of proud and stately mien.

There, the far-famed Honey Farm,
Its bees I hear, so near me now -
Across the lane from where I stand,
Honey, so sweet, so rich, I vow.

The sun still shines, so warm it is,
I see the sheep upon the hill;
And swallows darting back and forth,
Oh life for me - so tranquil still.

A land that flows with milk and honey?
‘Tis true for some -but sad I feel;
For those who live on streets so bleak,
Whose lives society's wrongs reveal.

15 September 2019