by The Cheesesellers Wife

When it happened, we each thought
that we were the only one.Gradually, we realised
others were affected.
Leaves no longer gave shade,
grass revealed the many varied
colours of the soil beneath
and the fields appeared barren
although stock still grazed.
Some clothes were embarrassingly transparent.
It took a good while
for the news to spread,
Hogsbourne was the village with no green.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond


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