The Hermit Poem by Glen Chudley

Far from the cities and far from the towns
Where the forests stand tall and the rivers flow down
Through valleys and hills, majestic and proud
In this perfect place was the Hermit once found

He lived there for years in silence and peace
Kept cows for their milk and sheep for their fleece
For food he had berries and sometimes wild geese
And it seemed that this paradise never would cease

And for years and years this seemed to be true
For as the time passed, the forests they grew
And the Hermit still lived by the river so blue
Believing that nature had truly won through

But time still marched on and the Hermit did die
And into his land the people did pry
And they built on it houses and skyscrapers high
Perfection was gone in the blink of an eye