Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #226 #The skylark

A combine does it’s plotted round

leaves no waste upon the ground

to maintain our world of plenty

whilst my crop remains empty

no butterfly, aphid or bee

to feed my hungry family

I remember horses in the yard

their days were long, often hard

cutting the corn at stately pace

to feed the growing human race

now I fear those halcyon days

will be lost forever in the haze

of time, imprinted on our memory

just a sad but too familiar story

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