Come to visit cleaned Hillview Road
And view our small, cute, quaint abode
Hillview, not new, hides in Hatch End
We hide old family and new friends
Our road leads to a bustling school
At busy times observe road rules
We ban bad parking
And dog poo and barking
In long, hot summers, roses bloom
Garages turn into sun rooms
Daily mail crowds through each letter box
Our night patrol is a bushy-tailed fox
Neighbours stroll past with silent dogs
Back garden pools breed fish and frogs
Squirrels dig, hide acorns they love
Proud magpies upstage owls, pigeons, doves
The strangest thing you'll every see
Mugs or poems (hang) on a/Philip's poem tree
In leaves above, green parakeets
Squawk, preen and paint my favourite streets
Fine fir trees frame distant hill view
Fill photos' foregrounds - we miss you.
-ends-
No comments:
Post a Comment