This used to be a woodland place
when I was young long years ago
but now there’s very little trace
no trees at all. You’d never know
this used to be a woodland place.
New bungalows in row on row
their window panes all screened by lace.
Replace the trees which were laid low.
This used to be a woodland place
where any upset child could go
if they were troubled, in disgrace.
An ideal spot for lying low.
This used to be a woodland place
but that was many years ago
How sad that passing years erase
the secret havens children know.
30-Mar-08
Lovely and touching poem Ivor, thank you for sharing! ! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely. you do gentle very well Ivor. Regards Ann