Feint footfall tills the earth o’er fallow field
As I, a studied pose of human form
Provide within my remit, farmers shield
Confront winged creatures dark, in flighted swarm
Should’st they alight on laboured ground nearby
My countenance shall bear an angered frown
To cause uplifting once again to sky
From Kingdom which pays due to paupers crown
Said panoramic sweep without my realm
Reveals such seed to reap, as yet unsown
From mighty Oak, perchance unto the Elm
Betwixt a crop filled harvest, yet unknown
Ere life gives forth beneath yon virgin soil
Such miracle as wrought by Vanguards Foil