The Legendary Ten Seconds - Wheat in the Field

The wheat in the field, soon ready for harvest,
The year of fourteen eighty five.
The ripening wheat in the fields in August,
Ruined when Tudor did arrive.

The wheat in the field never reached the millstone.
Henry Tudor didn’t seem to care.
His men at arms caused such destruction,
With little chance of a quick repair.

The wheat in the fields
Then dust beneath their heels.
Scattered like memories
And fading in the breeze.

The wheat in the field crushed by an army.
Oh, the damage they did cause.
And many poor folk did go hungry;
The new King Henry they did abhor.

Written by:
IAN CHURCHWARD

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