Jane has transcribed the poems exactly as they were written.
There is no signature on this poem, sadly. It's very beautiful.
With Jane’s permission I will post some of the poems. This one was written anonymously:
“Harvest Fields”
Deep in the
Heart of England
They take the harvest now
Treasure from Golden Cornfields
Jewels from laden bough
Far sights
and sounds but echo
From many another year
Only the lads have left us
Who worked and whistled there
Where patient seed they sow
While in their endless cycles
The seasons come and go
Their battle-weary glance
Only the plains of slaughter
That once were fields in France
Our placed uplands shake
Themselves a priceless harvest
Are reaped for England’s sake
Anon
(with kind
permission of Sheringham Museum)