Monster’s Lair

A tractor passes down the lane,

On tiny wings, the birds complain,

The hedgerows whisper many things,

As overhead, a skylark sings.

Rampart briars weave a mesh,

A hazard to unwary flesh,

The yellow gorse grows everywhere,

Nods wisely, to the summer air.

A summer day, grass tall and green,

A tranquil, pleasant, rural scene,

How could you know, a scene so fair,

Was once a fearsome monsters lair.

The ruthless march of time goes on,

The giants of the past are gone,

No more to roam this lonely site,

And roar defiance to the night.

Yet greying men with memories,

Can sweep aside these shrubs and tree,

Can see here, in a might row,

Their Lancasters of long ago.