A Lincolnshire lass I was born
In the wee hours before dawn. To start life in a county Where its land is its bounty. In acres so diverse, from cabbages to peas While wheat and barley grow in a coastal breeze. Fields of potatoes then handpicked Until our Mothers' backs were totally licked. All day we played near And the smells of the tractor and earth are still clear. Sandwiches packed in grease proof paper And packets of crisps with a blue pouches really made us caper. There were sunny days to make us brown And damp ones to make us frown. Tough was the life of working on the land But for some it was written in the sand. Flat landscapes of daffodils and tulips danced in the sunlight's ray As buildings and folk with character still mentor me in Canada today. So to Lincolnshire from many generations is where I came And the love for you will always remain the same. © Jill Windsor 2005