- Gina Douthwaite
- Last Updated: 29 May 2009
Here’s England’s green and pleasant land
decorated by human hand:
buckled wheels enhance dull hedges,
beer cans and redundant fridges
brighten boring lanes where bags
and pages torn from ‘girlie mags.’
flap to scare the scavenging crows
from fish shop papered rambling rose.
Abandoned Hoover, nettle bound,
forlornly tilts towards the mound
where willow-herb, in profusion,
blazes on in wild confusion,
oblivious to broken glass,
old cola bottles and a mass
of cigarette ends, sandwich crust
and leaflets from the ‘Wildlife Trust’.
Hard to tell from festooned verges
just where town and country merges.
Where’s England’s dream? Unpleasant land