by John Yeo
The commons were open lands all for free
We could graze our cattle where we pleased
Grow food, wander for miles in open land
A free man or woman living self-sufficiently.
Wild hedgerows bordered the farms,
Trees on the horizon, sheep roaming free.
Then came laws that enclosed the land
Cruel wire fences appeared everywhere.
The hated wire that fenced off freedom
A blight on the landscape that hurt us.
We were locked out from our feudal right
To our natural heritage of rural England.
The wires were placed to mark the areas
That were handed to wealthy farmers
Our common access was barred by wire
Forever to be lost to the new landowners.
Wire hated wire, everywhere to be seen,
A blight that would never be removed.
Wire to mark out, Wire to lock out.
The enclosure acts changed life forever.
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