Casarah Nance

Rookie - 42 Points (11-08-1981)

Industrial Nature - Poem by Casarah Nance

Ride the railway, passing the water tower,
Painted production high like a sun flower.
Howls of the engine, hooting as an owl in the night.
Buildings are the trees that come into sight.
Structured stone the jungle, vines the electric cable,
Survival of the fittest, one must be strong and able.
Wildlife runs on rubber, headlights the hunters eyes,
Camouflage the chaos among the concrete lies.
Chemical clouds collect to make shapes in the sour sky,
Blade of helicopters and wings of airplanes birds fly.
The complexity of industry echoes in the acidic air,
Beast hide in plain sight, protection of their lair.
There is beauty in the broken, birth in the breathless blur.
When the railway train passes through the industrial nature.

Topic(s) of this poem: city, life

Form: Couplet

Comments about Industrial Nature by Casarah Nance

  • Kelly Kurt (3/29/2015 2:47:00 PM)

    A well articulated poem. Thank you for sharing.~ (Report) Reply

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  • Arthur Vaso (3/27/2015 9:15:00 PM)

    Like what you did with this Cas Great poem! Funny how all over the world, if you ride trains you will find this everywhere! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2015

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