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.
