Beauty is lurking in a city lane
She hears the hum of traffic and the bird’s refrain.
She springs up green and not to be denied
Sheltered by the old elm she stands beside.
Beauty is blooming here in shade and sun
Scented and fragrant when the day is done.
She hears the children call, the church bell peal
She’s ragged, strong somehow, She’s not genteel.
Come out and see her, never mind the rain
For beauty is reigning in a city lane.