As it once was, looking east (picture from SWOP website)
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As it is today, looking west
Here, in this little sheltered grove,
Between the lane and nearby road,
A spring time carpet once unrolled
With scent of violets uncontrolled
And snowdrops, crocus, primrose too,
All freshly bearing morning dew,
Would be remembered by the child,
Who running careless, running wild,
Had found this treasured fragrant land
Where now a row a houses stand.
This patch of land was an unused area of semi-woodland where wild flowers grew in profusion before the Second World War.
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