Across the rolling meadows,
Beyond the mountains blue,
Exists an ancient woodland,
Completely out of view.

Forever it had stood there,
Through sun rise and through sun down,
Hidden in a valley, and far away from any town.

The woods only inhabitants were those who should be there,
The owls the mice and insects, the rabbits kits and hare.

The dappled deer had confidence for never had they seen,
The one that they call human,
The use up death machine

The Crows and Magpies told such tales of human driven fear,
They were the ones who knew such things because they could fly out of here,

Those ‘ people ’ things liked killing,
They liked the domination,
They even killed for pleasure!
These things were just abominations.

After hearing what the world was like,
Out there beyond this wood,
They made a pact, right there and then, that leave they never would.

Happy were the wildlife, who lived in Priory Wood.
Until that misty morning,
Atop the hill a human stood..

A stark dark silhouette was he,
Against the morning sun,
The Owl who watched eternally,
with one eye wise open,

He knew the reason why he came,
This man, he had no dog,
He eyed the land up greedily,
He wanted it for crop.

This had never happened,
They’d done well to last this long,
The fact that they had lived in peace
Unmolested in their song.

The Owl had lived there longest,
He had grown old just like this wood,
Nobody could guess his age but he’d fib even if you could.

He had been just an Owlet,
When this wood was but a copse,
A few tall trees of oak and birch,
His nest swayed at the top.

You see he’d seen this wood become,
The Owl had seen it all,
From faery weddings to a loved moths wake,
But this was something more..

With both eyes wide and well awake,
He swooped across the lea,
Something buzzed around the man
But what, he couldn’t see.

He landed on a fence post.
The man smiled and caught his breath.
He watched the Owl who watched him back,
This man was swarming death.

Now he understood what Mother Earth was trying to say,
This silhouetted man
Meant death was cometh on its way.

He had to tell the others,
So they could try to find a way,
But first he needed sleep,
So let them have another day.

The woods awoke as normal,
With a silent busy hush,
Beetlings were late to school,
Because they forgot their p.e stuff.

Squirrels started prompt at six,
Acorns won’t hide themselves,
And if any squirrel said they did
They’d been drinking with the elves.

The woodpecker was already at peck,
The hollow rat a tat tat well known,
Echoing across these woods,
He needed no microphone.

But now as afternoon did fade and evening drifted in,
The Owl called all the woodlands,
To come and gather round neath him.

‘ I have some shocking news my friends ’
The excited hush fell still.
The woodland life knew this was bad,
The Owl looked tired and ill.

‘a man did come one dawn break..
... and every morning since
he has a hunger in his eyes
And others he’ll convince ’

The Owl looked sad and guilty,
As though the whole thing was his fault,
After all it was just expenses,
That he’d put in an off wood vault.

The woodland stood and stared
This pot bellied leader,
He’d grown old.
Not only did they see it now,
Their blood was running cold.

Their much beloved woods had always stood upon ‘green belt ’.
This was their forever savior,
Or this was how they’d felt.

Because ‘green belt ’ land it used to have a certain set of rules,
The first one was... No building.
Unless the council first approved

If you owned an area
Just ugly brick floor space,
The council will now swap for a plot of the same size,
But in a much more affluent place

Now the green belt law exists
For the great unwashed,
The other one percent



Now a kind of rumble
A vibration from the ground
Not the kind from Mother Earth
This was demonic sound

Come the belching death machines
To tear those woods unsunder
Soon they’ll be a new estate and no one will even wonder

“ What was here before ?”
They’ll ask
“ oh, just some woods if I recall ”
“ But the government ended up owning it and made millions selling it all”

Before the land of Barrett boxes,
With gardens all the same,
The odd tree here and there,
Were all the woods that now remained.

Even the grass was plastic,
For the insects, there’s no place,
As though because they’re scared of them,
In life, they have no place.

There used to be a time when you could step on England’s shore,
Then climb from tree to tree until you crossed the Peninne moore.

By the time you reached the other side,
And spy again the sea,
You will have crossed the whole U.K
By stepping tree to tree.

Now though they grow less and less,
And don’t excuse the pun
People need at least to see the damage that they’ve done,

Cut down all the trees, so they can rape the earth at will,
Planting more food than they need which goes back to the landfill,

They won’t stop until they kill them selves
For its inbuilt,
Or it’s an error that all humans are about is getting killed.

Once they’ve gone and blown it,
Like so many times in the past,
You can bet your ass they’ll be at least a couple who survive the blast.

Then off it goes again the giant torus of our lives,
A turning donut sat in ‘ space ’
.... just turning all the ‘time’.



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