Past and Present (1958-59)

When we live in a modern place,
We seldom think how time can race,
That less than fifty years ago,
The farmer used to plough and sow
The land on which our town now stands,
Built by the farmer's offspring's hands.
Yes, fifty years have quickly flown,
Since herds were bred and corn was grown;
And where a startled hare did bound
An office block employs the ground;
And where a crested lark did glide
Now stand buildings, tall and wide.
Gone are the distant furrowed fields:
Gone are the men who reaped their yields:
And we in the town don't understand
That these men built our modern land.

M. SPAIN, 4C