XVII
What is this crop that's spreading
Across our countryside -
Burying our green and pleasant land
Beneath a yellow tide.
Our landscape is soothing and gentle
And greenly refined,
Acres of aggressive yellow
Aggravate the mind.
A few splashes of colour
Brighten up the scene,
Mile after mile of strident lemon
Makes your senses reel.
But - when summer weather
Is dismal, drear and chill
It's a patch of captured sunshine
On a distant hill.
Written 25.5.88
(M1 - return from Cosford Air Museum)
