A Change For The Worse Poem by GORDON BUTCHERS

A Change For The Worse



Where are all the trees
That used to stand so tall? ,
Gone is all the woodland
There is nothing left at all.

Gone are the big oak trees
A car park now takes their place,
The fields where wild flowers grew
Now gone without a trace.

Gone is the green meadow
Where the rabbits used to play,
Now replaced with blocks of flats
And a busy motorway.

Changed beyond all recognition
From how it used to be,
Gone is another piece of the countryside
That future generations will never see.

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GORDON BUTCHERS

GORDON BUTCHERS

Hastings E.Sussex
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