Green Hills!

From the top of those steep sloping green hills

they sat relaxed on horseback to marvel

in awe at the natural beauty of unspoilt land

uncorrupted by the destruction of progress

taking away the virginity of the landscape

where creatures safely interacted unharmed

by callous hands in pursuit of their immoral gain

the countryside balance they did not retain!

 

With no tall grotesque buildings to sully the view

nor chimneys from factories regularly

spewing more deadly toxins to choke our lungs

above air clear from human impregnation

from more suspected elements of depopulation

weather harsh but the seasons defined

there before pollution and technology encased

our lives and the nightmare future to face!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

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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Near A Fiery Star!

Amongst the green trees and electric pylons

major roads and hotels stand

in the once rural unspoilt countryside

when there was no traffic to speed

only imagining the peace beauty now lost

at natures mighty cost!

 

Skies above once unpolluted with chemicals

no man-made flying craft

clouds move across the darkening future

another bad summer ebbs away

as human lives slip by almost unnoticed

our reality could be easily missed!

 

Relaxing in a quiet place where fields once lay

as man dominates more land

greed of the few causes problems for the many

where love and respects gone

envy violence does engulf the passing bystander

just wanting to peacefully meander!

 

Always at risk from human stupidity and blunders

many living in constant fear

spirituality is weak the communications lacking

between cultures where’s the humanity

sitting here where once open meadows existed

fresh unspoilt life where man coexisted!

 

There must come a point when mankind goes too far

on a small planet near a fiery star!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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