Wolds PoetryThe Gold Wolds
Folds and folds
Of rolling Wolds
Are draped and caped
In glimmering gold
A shimmering
Sight to behold
Before the rape is cut
And sold
A shimmering
Sight to behold
Before the rape is cut
And sold
Instead of carrots
Peas and sweet corn
Fields are adorned
With rapeseed spawned
Baking and taking
In the sun
Bred and spun
A new dawn of energy
Has now begun
While wind turbines
Sprout about
Milling the wind
In and out
Of their turbines
Spinning
Electricity pylons
Can still be seen
For miles on
Carbon sinning
Sprout about
Milling the wind
In and out
Of their turbines
Spinning
Electricity pylons
Can still be seen
For miles on
Carbon sinning
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