Boundary

It was the perfect hedge,
funded by the E.U.,
with hawthorn, dog rose, crab apple.
So the walkers knew
we must end our careless trespass.
But I was smiling too
when the sapling tubes lay flattened
where the badgers had marched through.
 
Alison Brackenbury

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