Local Poet    

During the year 2001, Britain's farming industry was decimated by foot and mouth disease. The effects of this national disaster is the subject of Wilfred Morris's poem, Sacrifice.


                                                      Sacrifice

                                 There is no laughter on the farms,
                                 There is no laughter by the fells,
                                 There is no laughter in the fields,
                                 Laughter has given way to s-laughter.
                                 This is the slaying of the lambs,
                                 The slaughter of the innocents.
                                 He, one of the Innocents, fled slaughter.
                                 To Simon Peter He said, "Feed my lambs".
                                 And again He said, "Feed my sheep".
                                 The farmers say, "Lambs are bred for slaughter,
                                 Our living, the current market price".
                                 The pestilence demands a dreadful sacrifice.                         

 
          

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