Keeper of the croft
Fresh hay gathered and stored in the loft
The land he doth work with honourable hand
For many of the hour-glass’s grain of sand

Keeper of the lighthouse
Often in solitude, no place for a spouse
He doth ensure the light shone out yonder
So ship ahoy doth not crash upon rocks asunder

Keeper of thy Dale and Vale
Tending sheep and fields, come rain or hail
Builder of farms and dry stone walls
Eating heartily, Silent witness to cascading falls

Keeper of forests and woodland
Working the ground, timber and scrub by hand
Managing the trunks of ye old English tree
Tall splendid, covered in dew for the morn eye to see

Keeper of net out to sea
The harsh nature of the oceans it is for thee
With a crash, another boiling frothing wave doth spray
One slip, one mistake will carry you away

The keeper is a lonely task
For many it is too much to ask
A hardy and tough life to lead
But honourable and worthwhile indeed