My parents' garden is wilder now
and the birds that visit more unusual
but the fields down the road
have grown houses
and a sad bulrushed pond
to compensate.
Cars drive past
ever faster
despite the new 'pollution busting'
Park and Ride
that concreted over
what was once a field.
Yeah!!!...set the captives free!!!...and for you..."should auld acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to min'?"...????????
ReplyDeleteLovely words about a sad state of affairs. I'm glad the birds still have your parents' garden to visit. It's lovely that they've let it go wilder for the little displaced creatures to enjoy.
ReplyDeleteI hate that encroaching suburbia is an international trend. How sad. When I moved to our little acre 27 years ago..it was very rural. Now it takes me 10 minutes to get out of my driveway. And the newbies are not friendly..They think they have all the rights...I don't understand it. The good news is the wildlife comes to my property since I leave big brush piles and overgrown grasses and trees for them!
ReplyDeletebeautiful write my favourite lines
ReplyDelete"but the fields down the road
have grown houses"
much love
gillena
Your poem pinpoints an international problem. It is hard to believe yet true, that here in picture postcard Switzerland nearly 1 metre (0.9 metres) of land is disappearing under construction, mainly of houses, EVERY SECOND! The fields are growing houses.
ReplyDeleteThey paved paradise...
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I grew up in suburbia, where the average property size is 1/4 acre. I always despised it for being blase - neither city, nor country, with none of the benefits of either and all the drawbacks of both, and the community seemed to lack distinction and personality as much as the atmosphere. Though my family is very tight-knit, I couldn't wait to get out someday. I dreamed of the days the older people would talk about, when there were fields where children could play, and nature and wildlife for stretches between the homes, not just every several miles contained in public parks.
ReplyDeleteA gem of emotion restrained but not dinied.
ReplyDeleteyes, it so sad; fields growing houses . . .
ReplyDeleteas usual you have said it so well.
:)
libbyQ