Quiet Hedgerows

Our England is lost and without true chatter

My friends in the bushes, my little hedge sparrows

With nowhere to meet and nowhere to roost

The hedgerows and gardens are silent, that's proof!

I miss all the banter the sparrows did bleed

The fluttering around the chattering indeed

A small bird with big sounds and beautiful browns

A hedgerow that's silent painted with frowns

How can we let sparrows fall into decline?

Our gardens forever changed, with so few to draw the line

We are its protectors, for we are meant to care

Its dwindling numbers, why, we should be aware

I miss the endless talking whilst taking long walks

The sparrows in the hedgerows with their endless talk

They'd flutter from hedges and garden to field

To bring on new life, their babies to yield

Now hedgerows are silent, because they are walls

And where bushes once thrived, stand fences so tall

We seem lost to the activities that offer no grace

And lost from our gardens and going to waste

So now its time for a revival, a coming together

To help own brown feathered friends, survive through the weather

Give them the places they once called their homes

Their hedges, their bushes, and their gardens they roamed.

©Poet Lordy. February 2011.