My bonsai beech has blended with the yew
And in it little wrens have made a nest
A robin, so much bolder,passed by too
In late spring the birds make us feel blessed
As a child I had no garden home
The girls and boys with balls and ropes make play
I laugh to think we went out with no phones
The cobbles in the road held marbles stray
We had no trees,we had coal mines and mills
My aunties’ faces lined and worn still smiled
With their sugared tea were bitter pills
Each a single tear shed by the Christ
Arsenic and opium combined
Which will win the contest for our minds?
How my heart sings 