My View Poem by Daniel P Martin

Battle rages between ancient enemies, in this fruit bowl of a landscape before me,
The plethora of coloured soldiers crafted by nature, and in continual collaboration,
Are pit against the black, grey and discoloured white, which characterise Man.

While Man sleeps, so nature awakens; the silence of dawn aids the carrying of nature’s voices,
A cow is heard in the far off field, like a call to arms across the battlefield valley,
Yet this distant echoed war cry is undeniably music to the oppressor’s ears,

Border sentries mingle, and unwittingly forge common ground between the enemies,
Like the seagulls who would, but for the bakery factory be prowling far from the scene,
Their very presence, although clearly drawn by man, is a constant irritation to man.

The droning hum of the created, seeks to overpower the vast orchestra of the creation,
The industrial interferences challenge the gentle breeze and soft bird song,
Yet the limited life of the power-driven commotion is no match for the infinite choir of nature.

The self sufficient cannons of precipitation hover gently over the scene like Generals,
With the constant threat to cause man and his machines; corrosion irritation and decay,
Yet nature flourishes and thrives under this cycle of natural irrigation.

The trees stretch skywards to relieve the eyes from the visual impairment,
Caused by the multitude of uniformed dwellings and the oppressive grey giants
The stretching operation continues unhindered, despite man’s repeated counter attack

And so battle rages on, each side unaffected by the irony of their interdependence,
Man fights under the banner of greed, progress and profit, with relentless fervour,
While nature simply perseveres; un-deterred by this irritating blip in its biography.