The Old England

 

The countryside has become frozen in time,

it has been granted a new life line.

The 'nouveau riche' have found a new home,

along with their rural pastures they do now roam.

 

The Old High Street with butcher and baker

has now found a new home maker.

Those rustic dwellings and rural life

now give way to those fleeing strife.

 

The England I once knew as a young school boy

has now become the playground as a new toy.

They arrive from the distant city with limitless wealth

as they invade our cherished heritage with blatant stealth.

 

Bicycles have been replaced by the latest limousine

as the new class arrive only to dine and be seen.

The vulgar has entered the portals of old

as the former owners lament and say 'Sold'.