21st August 2025
Where the squirrels roam and foxes play, and birdsong fills the air each day,
A picture of life, rich and grand, is taken on this wild, untamed land.
To build on this, a grave mistake, a habitat destroyed for heavens sake,
The squirrel's dray, the foxes den, lost to concrete, never again. The larks sweet song, the robins nest, disturbed, displaced, put to the test. Our green amenity, a precious space, erased, replaced, with little trace. Let nature thrive, let wild things roam, preserve this land, our creature's home. For once its gone, it can't be reclaimed, a vital balance, forever maimed.
Anonymous, Romiley
