telford, milton keynes, slough, willow
A New Town
The scent of morning misty dew From meadows drenched in dawn, Remind me of a long ago Before the town was born When sleepy hamlets met the day With ground mist and cock crow, And willow trees would weep their tears In streams of melting snow Long before the rain came down - The rain of bricks and tiles, I would walk the endless fields And jump the wooden stiles A happy sheppard then was I, Beneath auspicious skies, But my world was gone within a blink Of my now saddened eyes.
© Severn Dwyer. 2009