August Poem of the Month
As I Gaze Around
By “Dot” in West Sussex
As I gaze around at rolling fields on either side
A feeling swelled within me of overwhelming pride.
To think that golden, waving corn was seed I helped to sow-
To think that tidy stack was build with hay I helped to mow-
I was my hoe that helped those cabbages to thrive-
Those wheel marks were indented by the tractor that I drive
>And everywhere I go I see the mark of my own hand;
There’s such a satisfaction got from working on the land.