Through bedroom window I do gaze
At what was once a hill of green
Where shepherds brought their sheep to graze
But now provides a different scene.
For in the past this isle of England
Gave sustenance to all and sundry
By farming land and sheep and cattle
Now gives way to things o’ metal.
Unceasing now upon the road
Are big cars, small cars, lorries, vans
Which carry still their varied load
Wither they need to suit their plans.
Alas, Alas, dear Havering
With houses, homes and flats you fill
All greens and woods where birds did sing
What have you done to Shepherds Hill?