Shirley Collins - Archangel Hill

A county mazed by winding lanes
Fields ever freshened by the rains
And rivers serving her as veins
Sussex

Her rolling Downs by Beachy Head
Where poets’ footsteps always tread
And writers’ thoughts are often led
Sussex

Her rivers, Arun, Rother, Ouse
Where fishing folk do sit and muse
Her autumn mists and morning dews
Sussex

Her ancient town of Hastings, Rye
And Winchelsea; though times may try
To oust their names - they’ll never die
Sussex

Her farming men, so bronzed and lean
Work harder now, for times are lean
They say ‘For England’ - but they mean
Sussex - our Sussex

Written by:
Ian Kearey, Al Scott, G.L Collins

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