Burley Park:  Leeds 4

An amazing morning in almost May Too early for the woodpecker to tap, Soft, green leaves wave in honour of the day, I slow down, breathe in, and then I stop. These few acres hold a world within Their old walls, graffitied railway fence, They care for lungs where city air is thin, And petrol fumes have ambushed what was once Pure. Sometime if I squint it almost seems To be a country wood, a meadow in the sun But these may be an old poet’s dreams. I shake myself, the magic is all done. And then a sound that catches me and thrills, The woodpecker awakes. And then he drills.

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