The Women's Land Army (WLA)

To All Land Girls

FROM AN ADMIRER OF THEIR WORK.

I saw a Land Girl working
Alone in an open field.
Her, hard, once elegant, hands
A stalwart hoe did wield.
Her back was bent as she slew the weeds
That spoiled the potatoes' growth;
She never wilted, she never paused,
She had taken her silent oath.

At last the day was nearly done,
The sun was sinking low;
She gathered up her jacket
Then slowly cleaned her hoe.
She passed the chair where I sat
(I am feeble in body and sight).
She smiled at me as she said
Been hot to-day. Good-night.''

We hear the valiant deeds of our men in
"furrin parts,"
Deeds which bring the tears to our eyes, a
glow of pride to our heart-
But when the war is over and peace at last
restored,
I shall always remember the Land Girl, who
made her hoe her sword.