As we were travelling along in the car yesterday, we went passt many rape fields, where the rape had originally been glorious. Not now though. Here in Lincolnshire there are acres and acres of bright yellow rape fields
Rape in fields
Dampened by rain
Scorched by sun
Laid low now
Gone former glory
Yellow now brown
Stench hits nose
As pollen did
In late Spring
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Wo! Really powerful Poetry! Well done lorraine! ❤
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They changed the name of it over here to Canola, which confuses a lot of people.
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