Dense Is The Forest That Grows
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, April 19,2011, @ 2: 01 PM
This is what I take issue
The trees are blocking a spectacular sea view
One must see what they are getting themselves into
Vegetation towering you cannot even see-through
Dense is the forest that was let go
Leaving no trails to even follow
Concealing its precious cargo
Jungles thicker than those found in the Congo
A machete is desired to blaze a course
Foot trails are required to lead back to the source
Deforestation I would surely endorse
The forest is impenetrable and way too coarse
So many ferns it seems unreal
Pampered lawns would be more ideal
To worship the king bows and kneels
Tended fields beauty reveals
So difficult to enjoy a hot meal
Wetlands excessively thick blocks the feel
To me, this has no appeal
To find the pot of gold is an ordeal
A landing strip should point to the subway
Sculpted gardens fingers must play
Made so easy to have my own way
The DJ pumps the sounds of sweet reggae
So tell me, what are you really all about?
Is it that it's still just too cold out?
Winter's garment you're still wearing
Your front lawn needs better caring
Take off your fleece and stay awhile
Reveal to me that gorgeous smile
Expose that astonishing profile
I promise I'll make it worthwhile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem