The Dandelion Troopers
roaring their way
Through Northcurch
close to
the old Tudor .house
hard fast to the High Street
the forest lies dormant
daffodils nodding
the rickety fence
with the laurels all green
And the tips of the birches
a sort of pea sheen
.
,through ashridge its ramps
and the startling house
waitrose is closed
everywhere like a mouse
a real sunny day
a soft bluish sky.
the trees just look sleepy
and everywhere’s dry.
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