Monday 22 April 2019

Our Fields are Yellow by marge. 21 of 30 poems



I live in a unique location,
in rural West Yorkshire.
Only minutes from South
and North Yorkshire, from
a nearby hill we can see
Derbyshire Peaks and High
Hills of the Yorkshire Dales.

Usually the Farmers fields
are shades of green or browns.
This time of year they turn yellow.
The bright sulphurous yellow of the
Oil Seed Rape plant.
Not even a pretty plant
it is straggly, gives off a smell
Like no other, bringing hay fever.

Flying in a plane, one gasps when
the yellow fields come into view,
as far as the eye can see.
Yorkshire is downing in yellow.
There is a relief when the farmers
harvest it and send it to factories.

They produce bottles of Rape Seed Oil.
Factories who produce packets of
Butter and Margarine spreads.
Used in both home and commercial kitchens.
Bringing financial rewards and they tell us,
health benefits to those who use them.

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