RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Progress? - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Driving along, hoping to catch momentary glimpses
of the sky in between high rises dotting our skyline.
How terribly progress mars our views of nature,
planting trees and buildings on our horizons.
Totally oblivious of everyday life, developers
continue placing steel and concrete trophies to
So unlike truly great people living quiet simple
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