‘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
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