On High

Stand up high

Above the pastoral scene

Seemingly spared

An industrial revolution

Fool yourself

Into thinking

You are seeing the world

As it was

As it should be

Pretend there is no modernity

At play in the growing crop

That the hedgerows

Are not an industrialised line

Scarring the landscape

You are up on high

And from here

The present

Seems so far away

So spread your arms

And feel the wind

Rush around you

Let it drown out

The noise of man

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