Outside the worn boundary fence
Among the overgrown brambles,
Is revealed an old-fashioned rose
As to the far light it rambles.
Is this some sort of good sign then
That sweetness and beauty endure,
That there may always be a fight
But of the outcome we can be sure?
Overgrown copses and woodlands
In the now untamed countryside
Host an abundance of wildlife
Reminiscent of the past's pride.
Although we can't say it's ravaged,
Past decisions have changed the land.
For this once strong community
Locked in yester year- future is banned.
Outside the worn boundary fence
Among the overgrown brambles,
Is revealed an old-fashioned rose
As to the far light it rambles.