It bore the fern and ash; unfurled a spell
of loose barked silver birch and stretching oak.
Then dallied by the poplar's narrow stroke
to woo a hermit thrush that trilled along
a branch; its spotted breast so proud in song.
The parted bluebells blushed within the glade
as chorused foxglove sang inside the shade,
the mottled woodland wrapped me in its shell.
The years, like winds of old are cast away
and with them, died the splendour of the trees.
no more the summer's dell, and gone the trails;
as sewerage pipes are threaded through the brae.
The wooded hills no longer stand at ease.
Now terracotta houses rise like sails.
2nd edit. i did play with the rhyme on L's 1 and 8, as well as some tinkering elsewhere. thanks again to all who helped.
of loose barked silver birch and stretching oak.
Then dallied by the poplar's narrow stroke
to woo a hermit thrush that trilled along
a branch; its spotted breast so proud in song.
The parted bluebells blushed within the glade
as chorused foxglove sang inside the shade,
the mottled woodland wrapped me in its shell.
The years, like winds of old are cast away
and with them, died the splendour of the trees.
no more the summer's dell, and gone the trails;
as sewerage pipes are threaded through the brae.
The wooded hills no longer stand at ease.
Now terracotta houses rise like sails.
2nd edit. i did play with the rhyme on L's 1 and 8, as well as some tinkering elsewhere. thanks again to all who helped.