Never in my life have I ever had
time to look back and reflect back on how things have changed, until now. We
always have worked hard, the harder we work the more we seem to be chasing our
own tails, trying to go faster and faster and no better off in the end.
It’s either that or get left
behind, and now that I have jumped off the Merry-Go-Round, it’s become very
clear that it is a job for the younger generation and time for them to show
their metal.
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| In the distance on the right is the old farm house and farm where we were brought up, we moved to The Beeches in 1943 when I was five years old |
On this land we love the best
We are watched from
way up high, on how we treat our land,
This land that we are
caring for, for generations stand,
To stand just where
our fathers stood, see it through their eyes,
And how the fields
and lanes have looked, neath the clear blue skies.
The misty foggy
mornings, dew drops on all the leaves,
The sunrise on the
meadows, the bird song in the trees,
Long shadows in the
evening, as the sun sets in the west,
Trees and bushes in
full bloom, on this land we love the best.
Owd Fred
