Farming Days Poem by ray wills

when gypsies trod upon the downs
when heather sweet was scattered round
when vardos were true caravans
when kyers rode pon these lands

where rabbits ran the meadows sweet
where fox gave chase and lords did meet
where grouse and pheasants were dismissed
amongst the hills where Gypsy's kissed

where forests walks and grassy mounds
hid all the wealth of gentry found
where springs did burst throughout the land
where Gypsy songs were loud and grand

where zunners ran most every day
amongst the gorse they hid and played
where bees did buzz and warblers song
caressed the mornings and days so long

where bare knacked fights were all in rage
upon the booth where folks did stage
where youth and charms were on display
where farmers worked amongst the hay

where church bells chimed
where wheels did roll
upon the tracks where folks did go
where factory hand and market stalls
were rich in life for one and all