The Golden Avenues of Bedford A Love Song to Our Town

In the back of the van on my way home from work
Poked my head up out of the dusty clouds of building site mud

To see two proud rows of the grandest of trees
All dressed in gold

At the end of the road were the smallest of trees
Together, yet unable to touch
And I thought I heard a sad whisp’ring voice call,
“My darling, one day you and I’ll be free”

The van rolled on
Those words, they fell into a song
And the leaves were all about
On the golden avenues of Bedford

The van passed by another day
Cold winds had blown the gold away
Bare twigs reached out
Like fingers wisen’d by years

I heard again that whisp’ring voice
but ’twas harder to make out clear
So choked it was with fathomless
sadness and tears

The van rolled on
Those words, they fell into a song
But no leaves were left about
On the golden avenues of Bedford

The cold, one day, at last gave way
To mornings so tender and mild
I thought I heard those trees begin to smile

Then the blossom did fall
To show new life, so small
And those trees, and the birds,
They did call
(and dropped mess on my car)

How happy at last we can be,
For we weathered the storm patiently.
Now our seeds fly all about
On the golden avenues of Bedford.
And now we are free.


Alastair Glynn
28th March, 2016


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