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There’s still a Church and Chapel A pub, but no longer a school For there on the council Childless incomers rule. There are houses on allotments, Pastures where cows would graze Have asphalt and concrete with SUV’s not animals these days. Village shops are long gone, You are marooned where you are With the busses near non existent If you don’t have access to a car. Many farms that were working Now merged for economy In the modern style of Large scale agronomy. The old farmhouses sold So that these days they stand Separated from their past In just smidgens of land. Farms doesn’t need the labour They used to need before Modern machinery is faster And can do so much more. The old families are long gone, Can’t afford to live there now, Monied incomers now building On Land once under the plough. Villages retirement dormitories Near deserted during the day The workers commuting to and Fro the city in the modern way Some are holiday homes Empty most of the year Keeping their own company The few days they reside here. Once my family village Home of many generations Now we are gone in those Country to city migrations. I visit the graves infrequently For these days I find What used to be there still Floods through my mind. The last of my village friends Very recently passed and gone And now the time has come For me to finally move on. Country life has changed Now a location of the monied class Progress is progress I suppose but So sad i lived to see it come to pass.

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There’s still a Church and Chapel A pub, but no longer a school For there on the council Childless incomers rule. There are houses on allotments, Pastures where cows would graze Have asphalt and concrete with SUV’s not animals these days. Village shops are long gone, You are marooned where you are With the busses near non existent If you don’t have access to a car. Many farms that were working Now merged for economy In the modern style of Large scale agronomy. The old farmhouses sold So that these days they stand Separated from their past In just smidgens of land. Farms doesn’t need the labour They used to need before Modern machinery is faster And can do so much more. The old families are long gone, Can’t afford to live there now, Monied incomers now building On Land once under the plough. Villages retirement dormitories Near deserted during the day The workers commuting to and Fro the city in the modern way Some are holiday homes Empty most of the year Keeping their own company The few days they reside here. Once my family village Home of many generations Now we are gone in those Country to city migrations. I visit the graves infrequently For these days I find What used to be there still Floods through my mind. The last of my village friends Very recently passed and gone And now the time has come For me to finally move on. Country life has changed Now a location of the monied class Progress is progress I suppose but So sad i lived to see it come to pass.