‘Ere’s a little story

While I’m in poetic muse,

To ask you to but your boots on

Or, otherwise, your shoes.

Then we can take a little stroll

Down through the Byes,

Where nature’s changing everything

Right before your very eyes.

The trees today look different

To the way they looked last week,

And who knows what tomorrow

Will show to those who seek?

When the hedgerows start to bloom

And the butterfly takes wing.

When the cuckoo calls

And the blackbird sings.

And all the flowers blossom

With April’s gentle rain,

And everyone is smiling,

Why? Because it’s spring again.

All these things, you too can see

And in the Byes – admission free.

Doug Nichol

Brewery Lane, Sidmouth