The wealth of green
....................has disappeared.
Now tarred and bricked,
................ the earth is choked
I stare in awesome
..................................disbelief.
Stood here is car
...................... instead of oak.
The sleepy village
.................. wakes to shrieks.
With noise disturbing
........................... all in Church.
Hoots from horns
............ distressing preacher.
I now find Snacks
......... where once were birch.
Shops and trolleys
.......... line the stream's bank.
We played out here
...................... from early light.
For those old days
............... I feel most thankful.
Now death-knells chime
........... for greenfield's plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem! it comes from an ageless/ timeless perspective riddled with memories of what used to be. a 10 and a bit Fay!