Snowdrops in winter
Mother Nature’s
heralds
Of the coming spring
When the wind is in the west,
Is the time I like the best
When the wind is in
the west,
I know I can shed my
vest
White as Lunar light
Moonshine birds fly
lonely skies
Where echoes can’t be
heard
The campaigners have won
The Hedgehog cull won’t
be done
They argued it
shouldn’t go ahead
It was just wrong they
said
Saying they were un
putdown-able
I think they are just un
pickup-able
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...