Margaret Marshall Poems

There's turmoil in the countryside, turmoil in the countryside.
The deafening hum of chain saw and the roar of bulldozers ar heard for miles.
Thousands upon thousands of healthy trees tumble to their death.
Forest animals of many species barely escape the rampage.
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What goes on in his feline mind
as he stares up into the bright blue sky?
Does he dream of catching a lonely goldfish
in the neighbors pond?
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As I walked by a lonely pond,
I spotted an oversized black fly,
Skating in his knee-highs.
He looked me straight in the eye,
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