Under the Flight Path

Our leafy commune has strong qualms
And the locals are all up in arms
A decision by the Powers-that-Be
Has ruined our tranquillity.

Time was when nightfall brought us peace
Post rush-hour traffic noise would cease
And we who live on edge of wood
Could sit outside and find it good;

But now, for reasons far from clear,
Noisy night flights hurt our ear
We’ve signed petitions, gone on line
To vent our spleen – but every time

It seems our voices are not heard
The roar of planes drowns every word
With shattered sleep, our nerves are taut
No flights of fancy – we’re distraught!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014