The rural farmhouse is gone.
Housing development is, here, now.
And, thus, no more to be seen
Are drawn horses, pigs or cow.
In lieu, are homes fit for kings,
Landscapes, perfectly, styled,
Interiors, smartly, decorated
But few, if any, for a child.
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I once lived and worked on a hill farm in the days before health and safety, got snowed in for 10 days too one winter. Farms are the best place to learn about life, not housing estates. Good poem 5*