A Sussex lane

Sussex lanes where hedges hug the fields
Where birds nest and hedgehogs rest
Where buttercups smile mile after mile
Take me again to the lanes I love
Where Granny poked with a walking stick
At things for no reason I knew of
Where due drops hung and thrushes sung
Where bees buzzed and nettles stung
The bendy lanes over hills through dells
On our way towards the bells
Calling me in to forgive me my sin
Sins I never committed, not that I knew of
Church steeple shading the stones
That cover the folks who lived down the lane
Names I once knew now hung with moss
Etched forever on the Church gate cross
The lane is now gone, gone for a song
A block of flats now stand
Where my loved ones lay
Under concrete, not clay
The Church gate and the cross still stand
looking over this sacred land
Now a bypass and a two way link
What on earth would my Granny think?




Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2017-12-29 at 01:22

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Mick, exultant work.
Ken
2017-12-29