To see the bluebells cascading beneath the trees
before the trees came springing into leaf
A ribbon of bright blue stretching forever so it seemed
but gone now are the bluebells we had once seen
now a distant long lost dream.
The yellow primrose woods have also gone
along with childhood memories that still linger on
I feel a sadness that all are lost along with the birds
that once sang their songs where they belonged
now other children can't share what we once heard.
Next to go without a doubt, will be the Broughton lily woods
gobbled up by greed, for yet another golfing green.
Nor was the local people asked if they could or should,
but gone are the smell of the flowers that had once belonged to me
which I thought would be the there forever, for future generations to see.