Poor hedgehog in the road squashed by a car,
What good to you was your hibernation?
Had you woken up but one day later
You might have lived to see the summer through.
But alas you were not destined to be
Another Mrs Tiggywinkle,
Hanging out washing till a ripe old age.
In the horse-drawn days of Beatrix,
Hedgehogs had greater life expectancy!
27th April 1971
My friends, the limes are blooming now
And in their vaults the holy bees
Intone their sacred offices.
Of all high Summer’s sacraments,
This moves me most and with sweet scents
Body and mind intoxicates.
For this brief moment in the year,
Come share the fragrance of the limes
And, like the bees, forget all else.
The two giant limes in the school playground are in full flower. 5.7.92
A blackbird sat on the school fence
Watching the boys doing long jump.
“This is the way you do it,” he said,
And swooping down from his perch
Flew the whole length of the sand pit.