The buzz of flies the crunch of stubble,
The toasted browns the tractors rumble,
The Hay bales wrapped around afield,
What’s left to glean gives nought to yield,
A scene of plenty - work complete,
The blistered hands the aching feet,
Now rolling hills a sweeping view,
The scene is set for autumn dew,
Walk far beyond the border hedge,
Trace deep within the honoured pledge,
To work the land and here and now,
These Norfolk hayfields burn and plough.
©Philip Holden



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