Ode To A Green Oasis

Close your eyes and remember me,
A field of green in a human sea,
A quiet space, a pleasant view,
Ask your heart what I meant to you.

I could not speak, not even plea,
Yet there were a few who defended me,
They stood against the crass advance,
Of the corporate body and its fiscal lance.

But fail they did and now the Town
Wears a concrete cloak and a Waitrose crown.
Poison vents from beneath the earth,
And litter shows my current worth.

Lorries, cars and trolleys too,
What was it that I meant to you?
Profits made per metre square,
Or a field of green for all to share?

R.Jeffs

Oh! Good folk of Wimborne
Our town has met a hitch
They want to build a Waitrose
On our cricket pitch

We know this must not happen
We hope this will not be
So put that pen to paper
And write to your M.P.

There also are petitions
Dotted 'round the town
So get out there and sign one
And do not let us down

I know this town's uniting
To save our green green space
So let us all be ready
To stand and put our case.

By S Hamlyn

Hi, good folk of Wimborne
Some questions I will pose
Where are these "Big shot" people
They call the great Waitrose

We haven't heard a mutter
So have they changed their tune?
We haven't heard a peep from them
Since sparring back in June!

So is all forgotten?
Or is the deal all done?
Will someone please come forward
And tell us who has won?

Or was it all a nightmare,
A dream the gods had cast?
Or dare I hope, has common sense
Come to those folk at last?

So those out there with info
Don't be coy, I say!
Come forward now and tell us
So we can join the fray

Perhaps the mighty scheming
Has met a nasty glitch
And now there'll be no Waitrose
on our cricket pitch!

By S Hamlyn