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Anlaby Common


There are ponies on our common
Grazing on clover dappled grass
Ignoring all the busy traffic that in
Turn ignores them as it drives past.
And on that same Common is
A walking place for our dogs
Which in the season when it floods
Become breeding place for frogs.  
Sometimes the children,
During the school day,
Gather frogs in buckets
To help them on their way.
Supervised by the teachers,
Staggering under their load,
They collect and carry them
Across the busy main road.

The village, once part of the manor
Of the Viking Lord  Anlaf the Dane
From whom the current village
Takes its current name.
How long this ancient common
Now much reduced in size
Can continue to exist,
Can continue to survive.
They have more local plans
To destroy and tear it all apart:
Only the breeding of the frogs
Stopped them making a start.
I am sure all to soon
They will try again
To desecrate this land
At some future when.

And the clover dappled grass,
And the ponies grazing there
Will be swiftly evicted because
Progress just  doesn't care.
We know that our Common
Cannot indefinitely last,
May all too soon be a
Thing of the recent past.
Progress just doesn't seem to be
Satisfied until the act is complete
By burying clover dappled grass
Under brick, asphalt and concrete.
Some times thing of beauty
Sadly just cannot last
And people like me are defeated
To become more relics of the past.









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