Our Fields are Yellow by mauveone. 21 of 30 April Poems.

I live in a unique location,

in rural West Yorkshire.

Only minutes from South

and North Yorkshire, from

a nearby hill we can see

Derbyshire Peaks and High

Hills of the Yorkshire Dales.

Usually the Farmers fields

are shades of green or browns.

This time of year they turn yellow.

The bright sulphurous yellow of the

Oil Seed Rape plant.

Not even a pretty plant

it is straggly, gives off a smell

Like no other, bringing hay fever.

Flying in a plane, one gasps when

the yellow fields come into view,

as far as the eye can see.

Yorkshire is downing in yellow.

There is a relief when the farmers

harvest it and send it to factories.

They produce bottles of Rape Seed Oil.

Factories who produce packets of

Butter and Margarine spreads.

Used in both home and commercial kitchens.

Bringing financial rewards and they tell us,

health benefits to those who use them.



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