A green hill of peace and tranquillity,
Above the bustling heart of Bristol,
A panorama of the city’s skyline,
Stretched around and about below,
Where birdsong of thrush robin, finch and blackbird
Drown out the traffic’s roar,
Bobbing unafraid through the garden’s shrubs and trees.
Frogs, toads and newts swim gracefully through the pond,
Rays of sun and gentle breeze add extra life to leaves and blades of grass.
All is peaceful- yet listening for the bloodcurdling screech of the peregrine soaring in search of its prey.
Where once the civil war fort proudly stood,
And muskets popped and cannon roared,
Spilling the blood of royalist and parliamentary alike.
Now only the sound of the gentle breeze,
As it stirs the wildflowers of the meadow,
And the trickle of waterfall into the pond.
All embracing, the serene beauty of Brandon Hill.
DAVE PEARSE 2011
