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  WE ALL HAVE A STORY   We have a story to write  Weather written in a book,   published in a magazine  Printed in hardback.  We have a story to write  Even if no one else is interested   Written in a preferred genre Polished, pressed, presented.   We have a story to write  Weather it’s truth or fiction   Best seller or shelf duster Taking its time to be written.  We have a story to write   Formed in our own mind In time and with patience   Written in our own hand. We have a story to write  From the young to the old  Told in our Mother tongue Each and every story told  We have a story to write   Its content we hold dear Critics will take a bite   when it’s verdicts deliver.  We have a story to write  Letting creativity go wild   Be its author - be its scribe, our own words preserved. ©️Sarah Joy

Grace was a Labourer in the field of her home counties. From dawn till dusk there you would find her, working along side her father. Grace was in her 40's and her father showed the wisdom of his years. There was also Keith and Will the hired farm hands. Whilst mother stayed home doing the good duties of a devoted mother and wife. Whatever the season or circumstance there was always plenty to do. The neighbouring farm would sometimes lend a hand if needed. Grace, Keith, Will and father would return the favour whe a neighbour needed. Sometimes Grace mother would also lend a hand. No greater time was needed on the farm than when it was harvest time. Everyone would pull together to get the harvest in on time. From first light till dusk, Father and farm hands would be tending to their crops. Grace would stay on the farm tending to the needs of the farm yard. Whilst mother can be heard singing whilst going about her daily chores; For Autumn harvest prepares for the winters feast. Afte...