The place I love, so near, so serene,
Etched with Summer's kiss and adventure,
Small stream, tall grasses, frog spawn and dew,
Is it gone forever?
The old industrial legacies,
Play things to amuse me,
See nature conquering all,
Changing yearly, as I be.
I went back this early morning,
Scarred, mutated, all brown,
Scorched earth policies,
Empty beer tins strewn around.
Contemplate. Look closer though and SEE,
Most of it's still there,
Dressed for a different audience,
One that will not hope to care.
Move on to another paradise,
One that reflects current desires,
Different needs awanted,
To memory now. New aspires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent stuff! I could see your place so very well. Brilliant scribing. HG: -) xx