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The Plantsters Vision

Written by: John Betjeman | Biography
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 Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong,
 Pouring their music through the branches bare,
 From moon-white church towers down the windy air
Have pealed the centuries out with Evensong.
Remove those cottages, a huddled throng! Too many babies have been born in there, Too many coffins, bumping down the stair, Carried the old their garden paths along.
I have a Vision of the Future, chum, The workers' flats in fields of soya beans Tower up like silver pencils, score on score: And Surging Millions hear the Challenge come From microphones in communal canteens "No Right! No Wrong! All's perfect, evermore!"

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