The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

This poem effectively utilizes vivid imagery and a strong sense of place to convey the speaker's connection to Norfolk. The use of specific locations and details, such as "Stracey Arms" and "the Acle straight," ground the poem in a specific locale and give it a sense of authenticity.

The poem may benefit from a more consistent use of meter and rhyme. While some lines have a clear rhythmic structure and end rhyme, others do not, which can create a disjointed reading experience. For example, the line "and dykes and drains are filled with blood" has a strong rhythm and a clear end rhyme with the previous line, but the following line, "Ice like brittle ploughshares scythe," does not follow the same pattern.

Additionally, the poem's use of metaphor is sometimes unclear. For example, it's not immediately apparent what is meant by "the marsh’s life" in the line "At Stracey Arms the windmill pumps / away the marsh’s life to make / good sod." Is this referring to water, or to something else? Clarifying these metaphors could make the poem's meaning more accessible to readers.

Finally, the poem's narrative could be strengthened by a clearer through-line or progression. While the poem's individual stanzas are evocative, it's not always clear how they relate to each other or build on each other to create a larger narrative or thematic arc. Providing more connective tissue between stanzas could help to create a more cohesive and engaging narrative.

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I love the Norfolk landscape and this encapsulates so much of that place: I could feel it, the cold, the smell of it: and surely that is what poetry is about? to hold us somewhere:

...'but bitterns toll their own demise
inside their graves of reed and sedge
cold winds grind and scour the Norfolk sky
and dykes and drains are filled with blood.'

I really, really like that: there is such music and depth in the way you have phrased those lines.
Also, for me, I had to work within this poem as a reader, which I also like, hearing the rhythm of your words. Sometimes NOT spelling out everything in a poem, leaving it up to our imaginations to feel the poem, well, it's just splendid.

I can tell this poem is very special. I looked up the local references, and they appear exactly how you have described them, plus your imagery and language add detail and how much they mean to you. You've incorporated the senses so well - I see and hear the seagulls "...harshly scrape and clean the ploughman's new made plate." There is an eerie sensation in the description of the windmills - a profound silence. I feel both the love and the heartache, the depth of the relationship you have with Norfolk. The last few lines hold a wonderful acceptance and peace. Thank you for sharing such a beloved poem.
L