Approaching St Andrew's church in the November twilight. Dark deeds were done here to the soul of England. They cut down the tree that grew through William Cobbett's bones. They cut down its trunk and its branches, so that never more might those leaves rustle and sigh in the wind.
We are being undone in so many ways. The greatest treasure, our people, are being systematically degraded and turned into slaves, time and thought ripped out of their lives and their families' lives by the incessant screech and clawing of the modern industrialised world. William Cobbet was absolutely right.
© Morag Emmerson 2006.
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