- Published on Saturday, 21 September 2013 11:45
Turned upside-down your soil is now pure,
Buried – the chemicals, muck and manure.
Machines have returned you to heathland once more,
Releasing your spirit, letting it soar,
Responding to management, teamwork and vision,
You’re gathering pace, you’ve made it your mission
To nurture the flowering shoots of young heather,
Planted and sown disregarding the weather
By a lot of kind folk armed with tools in the fall
United in purpose and answering your call.
Your wildflower meadow, lovingly sown
Enjoyed summer glory but now is windblown
Scattering delicate seeds far and near,
To provide for the insects and birds come next year.
Your resident jewel – small butterfly blue
Was starring the heather this summer on cue.
With soft hues of autumn your trees are now kissed
And your mornings obscured by chill autumn mist,
Your beauty – now fading to see winter through
Will emerge in the springtime all fresh, bright and new.
In wintry slumbers perhaps you will dream
Of a coveted wish with a watery theme,
A shimmering pond will be yours very soon,
Glinting in sunshine, reflecting the moon.
There’ll be tadpoles and newts and grass- snakes that slither,
And dragonflies darting hither and thither.
May your dreams be sweet as you sleepily lie
Beneath your seemingly endless sky.