From our Secretary David King



As man and boy I’ve roamed these hills

In summer heat and winter chills;

I’ve explored the paths and bridleways,

And the pill-box defences from wartime days.


On the chalk-land slopes where the beech woods grow,

I’ve seen the seasons come and go,

From the shoots of Spring to the withered leaves

Blowing around in Autumn breeze.


But now these hills are under threat

From a Government that seems dead set

On despoiling the English countryside,

Not just in Surrey, but nationwide.


They’re sticking turbines in the air

And building houses everywhere

In a policy leaving us in despair.

Are they really unaware

That with their plans and devious plots,

We’ll hit them come the ballot-box?