More is Less

I bet you've never heard of my home.

A little village near a little town.

You'll know my country, the UK, though.

I'm here waiting for summer to roll around.


Tregrehan is like it's own little world,

The waterfalls, the woods.

It's a pretty, pretty place for this girl.

And I swear it won't give up it's goods.


The planning for houses nearby

Will not go ahead, I hope.

No tall buildings to reach for the sky,

Even without the jobs we'll cope.


There's no reason to ruin the place I love,

With your plans and your 'eco'-ness.

My faith rains from high above,

Because here more is definitely less.

The End

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