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Jane's ode to a country walk
In the the distant skyline
A single row of skeletal trees
Not yet dressed with leaves
Have been saved from the chop
As the separate the crops
The spire of a forgotten church
Where no service is due
Begins to fade from view
Derelict and a home to rabbits
In the graveyard they now inhabit
All around me I see yellow
Glorious, joyous and mellow
Filed upon field of rapeseed oil
Covering miles upon miles of soil
Which opens to let me pass though
Along a footpath - in view
That is parched and cracked
And tractor tyre tracked
Shaft beams of light
That have been allowed
To escape through the clouds
Turn the fields of yellow
Into the fields of gold
The blossomy scent
Of spring is in the air
Nature's perfume
Sprinkled everywhere I went
Ecologically-friendly
Monsters chime
To the rhythm and rhyme
Of wind spinned in turbines
The power of machinery
And wind combined
Producing a monotonous
And monstrous din
Once you get closed in
But they don't yet win
Over the chains of giant
Papier-mache pylon dolls
Marching and charging
Across the fields of gold
Where they reign defiant
Supplying nearly all our homes
Still carbon reliant
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