Hornchurch Country Park
As I walk the Pathway
along the green meadows
past marshes and fences
and small wooded copses
I see airbourne friends
fly swiftly above them.
Not the young airbourne friends
who once flew in formation
but the ones who now live here
in peace and contentment.
And placed here and there
are large concrete gunposts
like giant grey mushrooms
pushing up from the ground.
As I walk the pathway
along the old airfield
I hear wildfowl above me
taking the flightpath. Then
suddenly a hawk swoops
out of the sun.
Meanwhile, two legged friends
lead their four legged friends
onto the green meadows
to bound about madly.
Then the plastic bag handed owners
proudly pick up the turds
like I pick the berries
to fill up my pies.
And If no one is looking
they'll toss them away
to hang in the trees
with the sweet smelling May.
copyright (c) 2007 Dave McGough.
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