Fen Blow 2
The soil sailed by the North Sea wind into road traffic all,
as oldies remember their parents, grand parents talk of
being transferred to England's little Dust Belt of the Thirties;
while the fast foreign labour surprised by the gentle English
weather getting annoyed with one and all, its just like home after all.
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2013
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