THE CRAFTSMEN OF OLD ENGLAND

After going to a local farm open day and watching the same man make thatch hoops and shear sheep, I was left to think thus…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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The craftsmen of Old England ply a dying trade
As by some aged instinct a hedge or roof is made;
The art of field and furrow, the wool so swiftly shorn…
And what shall we call progress with the coming of the morn?