Our Land, Our HomeMature

A poem about my home county of Lincolnshire in England. For some reason, the website thinks my poem contains profanity, (which it certainly DOESN'T!!).

“OUR LAND, OUR HOME”

(A Lincolnshire poem)

THROUGH OPEN SKIES’ O’ER SHEEP-FLECKED HILLS,

YET BLOWS A BREEZE FOR TURNING MILLS

THAT RUSTLES LEAVES IN WOOD AND COPSE.

 

THE LAND KNEELS DOWN BEFORE THE SEA,

AND SMITTEN LAYS WHEN TIDE STORMS BE,

BY FLOOD AND GALE LAID WASTE ONCE MORE.

 

BUT LAND WHICH ONCE LAY FATHOM DEEP,

NO LONGER UNDER WAVE DOTH SLEEP,

BUT SEED-SOWN NOW BRINGS FORTH A CROP.

 

AND OTHER CROPS OF HUMAN KIND

THAT PAST ENRICHED BOTH HEART AND MIND,

IN SCIENCE AND FREEDOM FED US ALL.

 

FROM VILLAGE, FARM, AND MARKET TOWN,

TO FISHING PORT OF GREAT RENOWN,

AND FIERY STEEL-HOME COME YOUR SONS.

 

AND TOW’RING HIGH ABOVE US STILL,

OUR LADY’S HOUSE UPON A HILL,

A PLACE TO FILL ONE’S VERY SOUL.

 

THIS PATCH OF LAND, OUR COUNTY HOME,

CROSS-MARKED BY WAYS OF ANCIENT ROME,

AND RIVER-PAINTED EARTH AND STONE.

 

WE YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS STAND,

MERE MORTALS IN AN IMMORTAL LAND.

WE ARE PART OF YOU, OUR LINCOLNSHIRE.

© John Lingard 1996

Verse 1 = The Wolds and windmills.

Verse 2 = The coast and surge-tide flooding (1953)

Verse 3 = The drained fens and marshes

Verse 4 = Refers to Isaac Newton, Joseph Banks, Mathew Flinders, The Pilgrim Fathers, The Wesleys and John Hunt

Verse 5 = Lincolnshire’s communities, including Great Grimsby and Scunthorpe

Verse 6 = Lincoln Cathedral

Verse 7 The Fosseway, Ermine Street and other Roman roads, plus various rivers and other waterways

Verse 8 = Lincolnshire’s people.

The End

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