Looking way down the harbour
The landscape has changed so much
Once a place of beauty
Now a distant memory
Kids played in the river
Some even ventured a swim
They even played round the castle
As robin and his merry men
Further down the river
Where once were fields so green
Now stands a concrete jungle
Of cement and steel
Beaches all around us
Picnics were the norm
The island invites everyone
It was our Benidorm
Now all is lost for ever
No more will i see
We let the greedy build and build
No more fields or trees
Further down the river Where once were fields so green Now stands a concrete jungle Of cement and steel.......so fine a poem. crying over the lost beauty of nature and depicting the loss created by the so called modern development.... thank u. tony
The Celtic tiger? Anyway your words bring alive the beauty of the Harbour All is not lost Daniel I enjoyed the poem very much
I love the title and the beautiful flow of words that capture the sad truth of a harbour destroyed by the greedy developers, as nature was torn assunder but your memories keep the lost beauty alive!
My children find it hard to visualise how the harbour once looked Apreciate your comments Hazel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely title, lovely poem, keep up the good work Dan! ! !
Thank you Margaret, nowhere near your stander but?