Old Kent Road - for Sara

Will Hatchett

They are tearing down the fire station
 Cubes are scattered across a churned up field
 Soon it will be a glittering cave of light
 At least the common cannot be defiled
 I have seen its grass sea whitened with frost
 We yearn for natural light, weather
 And seek to re-capture what is lost
 In Oak Furniture Land, World of Leather
 Once this road passed through an ancient forest
 Always, the green wood pushes through
 The new furniture is temporary at best
 I pass the fire station thinking how you
 Would see a maypole, a druid at the bus stop
 Soon there will be a new place to shop