There’s a topiary dog in the village, that stands over two metres high. It wasn’t his size but his greenness, that first caught my critical eye. He doesn’t need any feeding.
The golden keys of freedom won’t open any door Oh no my friend just read on, they open so much more They open a place within the heart, A place within the soul
A stone was turned, A poppy grew Its petal a dark deep red Reflecting the trauma of that day When so many were left for dead A field was turned The seeds turned black