HOUSE-POET

In the golden fields beneath the sun, 
A Land Girl’s work is a joyful run. 
With laughter in her heart and dirt on her hands, 
She dances with nature as the harvest expands. 

Her hoe swings gently, a rhythm divine, 
Turning the earth, a labour is so fine. 
Each weed she uproots is a small victory. 
In the garden of life, she nurtures us all. 

As the sun bids farewell with a vibrant glow, 
Her smile lights up the evening’s soft flow. 
“Good night,” she calls, her spirit so bright, 
In her simple toil, there’s pure delight. 

For while the world tells of battles afar, 
She fights for the harvest, our very own star. 
With every seed sown and every plant grown, 
The Land Girl’s joy makes the garden her throne. 

So let’s celebrate her, in fields broad and free, 
The joyful Land Girl is a proper remedy. 
In the heart of the earth, where hard work combines, 
Her laughter rings out like sweet, sunny chimes.