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This poem was contributed to the BBC's WW2 People's War Project. 'WW2 People's War is an online archive of
wartime memories contributed by members of the public and gathered by the BBC.
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A Poem: Fryent Farm

In my memories of long ago

I recall the harvester at the plough

The hot sun ablaze

In the childhood summertime

The horses like statues

On the brow of the hill

Not Barn Hill but, close by

The yellow corn shone in the sunlight

In the rural times of N.W.9

The yellow corn afire with energy and life

In the springtime the cattle were thick

By the school gate

Calling and grunting playing together

Pressed on both sides awaiting their feeding

Lively and milling, majestic and pressed

The Fryent Farm in those rural days

Of childhood

As the European War drew to a close

Was bereft of machinery

Traditional and historic

As the life of the farmer had been

Throughout time

Yellow corn grazing cattle

And the harvester

With his foot to the plough

                                       Margaret Bennett

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