I wrote this poem when I was 20 and had just started my farming career on my 40 acre smallholding at Egerton Forstal in Kent, U.K.

'Haysel' is an old English word meaning haymaking time, commonly used in Kent and other southern English counties.

HAYSEL

Haysel in June and almost everywhere
sweet vernal scented hay perfumes the air:

Tall fescue on the headland shakes it's head
it's meadow cousin lying swathed and dead.

White clover carpets all the ground around,
a million honey bees Utopia here have found:

Utopia too for me this peaceful mead,
the hand of God is very close indeed.