Blocked in passageways
where once there were streets
and sticky faced children
on corners with sweets
watched elderly ladies
resting on seats
All gone in the blink of an eye
I’m pretty sure that this was not
the hill of nursery rhyme
when a certain grande old duke
decided now would be good time
to march ten thousand up and and down
but it’s nice to think ‘maybe’
that this was in fact the very hill
from that time in history
Last year the tree outside our house
got ill and sadly died
And when they said they would replace it
I fear we thought they’d lied
But then to our amazement
just the other day
A little sapling tree appeared
in its place across the way
