Clapham Park Wood-Bedfordian
Sonnet

Ancient splendour blooms in small oasis
Cutting through the new suburban street-life
Willow and Ash trees formed with nature’s bliss
Autumn chills woven in winter’s snow ice
Took my girl to refuge where chaos hides
And we were welcomed there like loyal kin
Sweeping us back on course with one new tide
Felt her close to me breathing out and in
She tugs at me and whispers sweet nothings
Mother Nature waits here as summer dotes
The sound of life is full of offering
A tune played to the ear with tender notes
Our hearts are free like little sprites aglow-
And the cold of winter is nature’s show.

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