Poem: Cauliflower Gang

27th December 2020

So grateful, we, to the purple-handed tough crew
Who, straight after Boxing Day, are stoically out again
Stooping all the dawntodusk hours
Across their sea-blasted Flandermud sleetfield,
Knifing up fresh food for us all.

Would that ingenuity could equip them
With machinery far less soil-crushing!

© Christopher Jessop 2020