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.