Twelve weeks to stop the diggers

We are but Common people.

You can see the furrows in our brows.

We only want to protect what is ours

And has been ours for centuries.

We only want to revel in what we love.

We hate change, of course we hate change

Oh how we hate the passing of the seasons.

It makes us cold.

They try to silence us

But they haven’t cut our tongues.

We threaten revolution

With every breath. We

bang drums. We

can even change our diction.

And when they threaten, we roar.

Poem (c) Rebecca Deans. Top picture (c) Rebecca Deans. Picture below (c) Friends of Codnor Common. www.codnorcommon.co.ukwww.twitter.com/codnorcommon