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Nature's Loss Who loves to stroll a country lane or watch the spring unfold Who's enraptured by those blossom hues, or autumn fields of gold? The sight of lambs and mad March hares should cheer a heart of steel But some curse nature blocking cash when cooking up a deal.

All summer long in mid day heat the cattle pose and graze The bird lined trees enhance a scene of country dreamy days "Idyllic" seems the perfect word, but the devil's to be paid When some scorn nature, finding out there's dollars to be made Breathtaking landscapes soothe our need with breaks from brick and stone The garland woods create a scene only nature schemes alone Red squirrels and a babbling brook are symbols of that life Which money-grabbers with their lust will rob when greed is rife.

Want your kids to roam the meadows, where the skylark soars and sings? Please bear in mind that bulldozers are waiting in the wings Well that's the score good people, please give it thought, then choose But if the money merchants win the day, its our nature that we'll lose.

Bill Backshall, Lydiate

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Publication:Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:Nov 14, 2015
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