April 28th People friendly Hitch

 

April 28^th   People friendly Hitch

 

Of bare undergrowth and dry and dusty path.

Many stumps, and memories, broken branch.

Lime green trees, leaves, mounds hills and dells

And bluebells

In glorious proliferation

At this, the right time of the year.

 

What of the crunch of climate change

Cracked, broken and fallen trees rearrange

By storm-tossed wind and lack of rain

And bluebells

In glorious proliferation

At this, the right time of the year.

 

Singing, chirping birds; distant working men.

Dappled sunlight, flickering through the trees.

Luton take off song, on holiday release.

And bluebells

In glorious proliferation

At this, the right time of the year.

 

Car park full, a lot of people about;

Here to see the annual spectacle no doubt.

But, I’m sad, the wildness and mystery is gone, but not

The bluebells

In glorious proliferation

At this, the right time of the year.

 

And us, introducing Hitch Wood to friends

Our yappy, barking dogs, sorry make amends.

We stroll and chat, take in the glory

Of bluebells

In wondrous proliferation

At this, the right time of the year.

 

But the secret magic is gone. As are all signs

Of old memories of Scouting camps and hikes

And trails and favourite bus rides to see my Mum

Past where the bluebells grow

In glorious proliferation

At the right time of the year.