Landfill Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Landfill
Where once the green and rolling hills
Lay in the midst of England's heart,
The scars she wears unsightly as
They spread across the land,
They ripped and tore the beauty of
The scenes that once belonged to all,
And took away serenity
That once inspired the hand.
For now the brown and littered mounds
Which dominate the views of old,
And pungent stench of filth and waste
Is carried on trhe breeze,
Where scavengers now make their home
To seek the comfort of its mire,
And hungry gulls do swarm the skies
So distant from the seas.
And God must weep when he does see
His great creation in this state,
A time bomb of destruction in
His garden once divine,
The flowers have all wilted now
And trodden flat within the mud,
Where spring shall never bloom again
Or vivid colours shine.
Great description here Andrew, you have painted it so correctly one can see it clearly in the minds eye. Terrible sight to see. Excellent. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
I noticed one of these sites (sights! ! !) earlier this week - I think we were travelling west on the M62. Your poem has it exactly right and I agree with your excellent words and images. It is such a shame that our countryside is blighted in this way BUT who is responsible? I only have to turn my head to know that I am a culprit. I am most interested in how you came to choose one of my poems to read. I don't use this facility very often and am not entirely sure how it all works apart from being able to post poems. Lin
brilliantly composed and very much happening these days. voted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Ok Andrew, , now bear with me on this one abit, I went to a landfill site the other day and well..it was a terrible sight to the eye i'd admit, but then I had this notion that one day and in the future we may actually start to mine these sites for resourses and perhaps regain lost fuels or materials, , what do you think, , too far from the truth perhaps or closer when seen with a big imagination Eitherway, well done for showing such a poem of our day and hopefully a lesson for our future generations Love duncan X