[Graham King]

John, I find that verse of yours lovely!
My Dad often said 'Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire' when I was a kid.


Lying in Bed

“I cannot lie:
‘Twas truly I
Cut down the cherry tree,” he said,
As he lay sleeping in their bed.
She sighed; that same recurring dream
Was clearly playing in his head.

“Oh George,” she nudged
(He slightly budged),
“I know by now - you are honest;
But me, I want to get some rest!”
She frowned; this subject, she had found,
Made him (asleep) a nightly pest:

“Can’t you forget – at last?
That tree is in the past!
Please at least try –
To LET IT LIE!”