Burley Wood

Remember Burley Wood, on the edge of town? Well, soon it won't be there anymore; The Company has said, that the trees are coming down, And they won't change their mind, yes, that's for sure. The controversy began about a year ago, When the bids came in to buy that precious land; Precious to the people for a hundred years or more, That's something that the Company could never understand. And soon their steel and concrete will dominate the sky, In the place where children played not long ago; Bright flowers that young lovers pick, will fade away and die, And Burley Wood, will be no more. Hide and seek in summer, a place to walk the dog, The memories come flooding back to me; And picnics with the family, or resting on a log, Recovering, from climbing up a favourite tree. Orange, red and gold were shades of autumn, And spring arrived, to melt the winter snow; The birds came alive, with the rising sun, And we would watch the seasons come and go. Tomorrow, I shall return to Burley Wood, And think of you, my dear old friend; And take a final look, at the place that we both loved, In those golden days of summer, that we thought would never end.