A Fork In The Wood

(By Gub, the 7th of July, 2012, London)

Ahead the verdant valley
Behind us, the ‘hood.

Sheeps’ bleats for sirens now
Street lights – withstood.

Oak trunks
And cud
Tarmac banished
By rain, by mud
Will our lives
Ever be the same?

Hearts waiver
Waiver again.
Choice and reason
Reasons with gain.
Losses?
Partings In the main.

Yet change is a must,
Tomorrow’s
Bites back the dust.

The places missed
Most – are warmed
By faces,
Yesterdays
Filled with kindness.

Our new landfall ?
The hang’d bank
Portent hope
Friends will not
Forget us

Even absent hearts
Need a stall.