Jem Farmer

Progress....Cornish Sonnet II

An empty shell of long gone memory,
Recalling days when life followed the sun
When nature's way was more than destiny,
From sowing seeds to bringing in the hay,
At first light the working day had begun
Sweet echoes of the past, a distant day.
The rushing world is fed by constant greed,
Intensive growth refused to wait for time,
Impatient mouths keep demanding to feed
And Mankind lost the connection to season,
As like the Earth are lost to modern crime
The old farmhouse decays without reason.
Sweet echoes of the past, a distant day,
The old farmhouse decays without reason.



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