Going Back!

Going back to the place of my early youth

was a big mistake!

Remembering the luscious meadows

air so clean singing birds.

Country lanes a small running stream

sound of an engine of steam!

 

The thick dark smoke billowing behind

through unspoilt land.

Our heritage there for everybody to enjoy

small villages and hamlets.

Animals of all kinds living without threat

no sounds of a passing jet.

 

Shocked at what I saw and what time had done

no more the country side.

Where such beauty had been a trading estate

the small town an urban mess.

No trees the stream now under a motorway

an unkempt park in which to play.

 

Traffic and fumes now filled my sad gaze

as I compared my memories.

And the happy days then safe to explore

all of our natures graces.

Standing on what was once a grass hillside

now under houses this did hide!

 

This seems the way of life today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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