Nostalgia
O how I wish that then was now
When horses pulled the farmers plough
When steam propelled the midnight train
I’ll never see those times again
The hedgerows full of singing birds
Wild flowers among the herds
A quiet stroll in a country lane
Without the sounds of car or plane
August passed the harvest done
You walk the stubble with dog and gun
Go fishing in an old mill pool
Where the kingfisher gleams like a precious jewel
An evening spent in a cosy inn
Devoid of any juke-box din
You sup your ale and smoke your briar
Warming your hands by a real log fire
Alas no more this peaceful land
Defiled by buildings concrete hand
Life once lived at a slower pace
Has now become a manic race
Everyone it seems wants more
A new PC or a four by four
Each struggling to meet the cost
Possessions gained, contentment lost
O how I wish that then was now
When horses pulled the farmers plough
These images still haunt my brain
I’ll never see those times again
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Roy May | Year Posted 2011
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