Wednesday, July 20, 2005

'HARVeST - hymn' . .

Originally uploaded by andrewstenning.


A poem by John Betjeman - photo by AStenning.

We spray the fields and scatter
The POison on the ground
So that no wicked wild flowers
Upon our farm be found.
We like whatever helps Us
To line our purse with pence:
The twenty - four - hour broiler - house
And neat eLECTric fence.

All concrete sheds around us
And Jaguars in the yard,
The telly lounge and deep - freeze
Are ours from working hARD.

We fire the fields for harvest,
The hedges swell the flame,
The oAK trees and the cottages
From which our fathers came.
We give no compensation,
The earth is ours toDAY,
And if we lose on arable,
Then bungalows will pay.

All concrete sheds . . . . . eTc.


Blogger Erminio said...

Have you ever seen Asparagus this BIG
They grow up to 15in long and 2in wide.

October 8, 2005 at 1:19 PM  
Blogger lindaweaverfamily said...

Vegetables are great, but the Heart Start Defibrillator is better (At saving your life, that is ;) ).

November 8, 2005 at 9:27 PM  
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