As I Walked Out On A Spring Morning Poem by Sheena Blackhall

As I walked out on a Spring morning
I saw a crisp bag in a tree
I saw a glove in a wild rose bush
And a thrush on the wall sang merrily

As I walked out on a Spring morning
I saw a seat and a dumped settee
I saw seven cans in a bluebell wood
And a thrush on the wall sang merrily

As I walked out on a Spring morning
Ismelt a poo bags' pot pourri
I saw a box from a chip shop dropped
And a thrush on the wall sang merrily

As I walked out on a Spring morning
The rubbish it grew to a tsunami
I saw a plastic bag in a bush
And a thrush on the wall sang merrily