Freshly ploughed fields lay fallow
Under a heavy morning frost;
The breath of animal and man
Steams as it puffs from nose and mouth.
Golden grain wavers in the breeze
As it blooms to maturity,
Calves, foals and lambs laze in the shade of trees
The sunburnt farmer works under a broad brimmed hat.
The seasons all pass in turn
The cycle of life begins and ends in turn
The sun, the breeze, the frost and fallen leaves
The wonder of our land in all its beauty.
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