Backward Glance

My feet are those of a child again
Wand'ring along a flowery lane

To a timid little 'vacuee
So many things were puzzling to me.

There was a wood here, where I was told
The fairies lived with their fairy gold

Forgetmenots lined the path to school ...
Some children kind, some children cruel

But where's the school ... and where is the brook?
This muck-filled ditch? I can't bear to look!

And over the fields where the old path bends?
Now there's a sign - 'Motorway Ends'.