The New Estate
Uninterrupted, our view towards the dawn,
beyond silhouetted horses near the hedge.
Soon, across the lightening sky, first birds flew –
in this pleasant way each breaking day was set.
But builders bought the land, they lifted hedgerows,
trampling wild flowers – birds and insects flew.
Gone: cattle from fields, horses and their meadows,
copse of frightened deer, the foxes’ bramble home.
Next they built high walls, towering above us,
blocking out the sky, our view of distant hills.
Countryside no more, landscape changed for ever…
Stolen, every sunrise, lost, each new day’s dawn.
‘Planning for the right homes in the right places’ – Government Consultation