The Southern Way

 

We stand and watch the setting sun

Drag lines of brent geese to the marsh.

The hedges, fences, ditches, walls,

We’ll break them when the darkness falls.

 

Across the counties of the south,

We’ll rise as one to till the earth.

Communion held amongst the fields,

On common land, feed common mouths.

 

Across the span of time and space,

We reach to plant and cultivate.

With digging pamphlets, hoe and word,

We’ll turn the furrows in our land.

 

In battles for those Surrey hills,

We’ll fill the dark with freedom’s seeds.

 

 

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