Recycling bin’s due out. I’ve checked the date.
But when I reach the corner where it’s stored,
A sparkling web is stretched from bin to gate.
A quiet spider guards his fragile hoard.
Recycling bin’s due out. I’ve checked the date.
But when I reach the corner where it’s stored,
A sparkling web is stretched from bin to gate.
A quiet spider guards his fragile hoard.
A moment standing, silent, stilled.
A moment to remember when young blood spilled.
A moment for thoughts of loved ones we lost,
fighting for England, their lives were the cost.