England now is stretched too thin

twixt

Birdsong and where throng begin

 

The thicket and the wooded edge

retreat

as does the honoured pledge

 

Now where two worlds existed clear

jaded

shades of life appear

 

Diminished of their rich appeal

devoured

by destructive zeal

 

Each precious field each sacred stone

buried

like a flesh stripped bone

 

And though it’s true all things will fade

observance

of what’s passed be paid

 

That should these landscapes disappear

our silenced

voices still they’ll hear

 

I write this scrawl in the knowledge that the UK has a housing problem and that people require places to live. In all things there must be balance, that said I have little time for NIMBY’s.