I wandered lonely as a prayer
Along the monks path by the Glendasan
When all at once around a rocky bend
I saw a sight afloat to make me take a stand
A host of plastic bottles thrown away
Waving their caps and labels o’er the land
I often think in solitude so grand,
For all their cheap and handy ways
Discarded plastic bottles of today
Are simply just too big a price to pay
And then my heart with sorrow fills
A refuse sack with plastic rubbish daffodils
Martin Swords February 2009
Very topical...the environmentalists will take their hats off to you..Great poem in todays plastic world...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha wordsworth would be proud of this adaptation lovely write indeed :))