In nineteen forty five

the seeds of peace were planted,

in nineteen ninety five

the soil of memory was turned

 

 

then turned again this very day

ageing victory as stiff as clay

 

With Winnie's brilliant blundering

the bombs they came a thundering

to decimate what men put up

ignoring bees and buttercup. 

 

Now we foster tiny plants

to test our trust in nature's plans,

as equally impressed with them

as with those ordered wanderings.