On Reigate Hill
On Reigate hill in spring-time bloom
we rambled seeking love,
the green stretched out before us
infinity hung above.
We watched as Easy Jets
breezed their final miles,
and later soared through red sunsets
to trolley serviced smiles.
Then walked the ridge-line to the Fort
and breached its last defenses,
our hearts like songbirds captive caught,
entwined, we lost our senses.