The Clematis Hedge - sonnet
I had a lovely hedge - so full of bloom In winter, strangers wandered by to stare. I’d pause and chat while leaning on my broom, Happy explaining, happier still to share The shelter that it gave above the wall To runners from rainstorms, children’s hide and seek Amid the long leaves tumbling. This all Gave pleasure, until late last week When men and shrieking saws without consent Devastated my Clematis, and left Nothing but shorn twigs. They haven’t sent A bill - the work was free. But I’m bereft. Where will the blackbird make his home this spring? Where will the wren hide? And our robin sing? |