Lying hidden amongst the twigs and greenery for decades
Thrown-away newspapers, milk cartons and deaf aids;
Birds nests, spiders webs, a moth-eaten old sock,
Discarded tins of lager, deflated balls, a shuttlecock;
A tale of the past lies entangled in our hedgerows
Sandwich wrappers, pie crusts, bits of food left to decompose;
Empty wallets, old toy cars and mangled napkin rings
What history can be gleaned from such disparate things!
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A beautiful poem. Discarded things make up history. Enjoyed reading.