Walked I now upon concrete path in town,
Crisscrossed here and there with poles of brown,
Wires black, and stacks that belched like clowns;
Buildings dark and squat gave good Earth an ugly frown;
People passed, eyes avert, unsmiling, looking down;
I felt no joy on the concrete path in town.
Upon hard bench I sat, no music thrilled the air,
No childโs laugh or loversโ sigh, no, nothing, nothing fair,
No flowers bright or sparrowโs song, all had flown from there;
I pondered as I sat, sorrowed by manโs life, threadbare
Of Godโs delights and starry nights, excitement, wonder, dare;
Oh, how I longed for frog and granite shore, and music to thrill the air.
Wonderful but true and sad.
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I really like what you did with the photos and text. Very effective for contrasting the two worlds your words described. Iโm asking myself, โWhat was the environmental cost of the things in my shopping cart? Is it really worth it?โ
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Thank you, John. I’m not a tree-hugger in any sense, but I’m very aware of the damage we’ve done to our environment and the impact it has on our quality of life. I see litter even on the tops of mountains I climb and the remote lakes I visit in Maine. It’s sad. I don’t dwell on it, but I always take a bag with me to collect the garbage I find along hiking trails.
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Such a beautiful poem
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Thank you ๐
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You’re so welcome!
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Beautiful poem series. Love the photos that go with them. Thoroughly enjoyed reading them.
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Thank you. I discovered people like reading things in small chunks. With pictures ๐
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