There’s a tall tree in mum’s garden
That needs chopping.
A Blackthorn
It and the Holly beside it
Spreading up up way beyond their bound
Blocking the light from the neighbours
Worrying my mum that someone may complain
Curly and I could not reach over far enough
That time we cut the hedge
But there’s a Blackbird that sings from that tree
He’s singing now
A Mistle Thrush, countless Tits
And the Blackbird and his mate
All in there
The Blackbird is singing
‘Yeooww woo
But isn’t it grand’
You can read more of Paul’s poems here and here - Well worth it!
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