Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Encroaching People


Mountains standing tall against a beautiful cloud-lined sky at dusk.
Loving to always see them standing there, looking back at me with
all their wonder.
Feelings of dependability come from their stature as I know I
can always rely on them being there any time of day or night.
Encroaching people, building their houses of greed at the base
of the mountains and growing ever higher up.
Looking like teenage acne, marring the view of the mountains so
terribly.
Wanting to see the ugly houses disappear from my beautiful view
forever.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Encroaching People by RoseAnn V. Shawiak )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]