Where
Vikings once landed
Now
UFOs are spotted
And
I like to believe it true.
What
was once wild marshland
Has
been reclaimed
But
history still shows through..
Country
plants grow on the riverbank
In
spring and summer they tower
Showing
beauty in their strength
Flowers
pollinated by busy bees.
Butterflies
perform a delicate dance
Many
different birds sing from trees
A
symphony so much sweeter than the urban din.
Trains
rumble in the distance
I
listen to the far away tune
Amongst
the foliage
I
nearly forget about the city.
When
the conflict of noise and pollution
Gets
too much to put up with
And
I need space to breathe.
Let
me walk amongst the weeping willows
Along
the banks of the muddy river
The
Lea valley flowing out into Hertfordshire
And
beyond,
Let
me be at peace.
What
once was wild marshland
Has
become beautiful again
The
past stirs from it’s slumbers
Let
the beauty keep flourishing.
Hackney
Marshes
A
little spirituality
In
an often soulless world
Frank
Bangay
March
1998
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