The Suburbs Grow And Grow Poem by Francis Duggan

To these suburban mountains the Seasons come and go
And every year more houses the suburbs grow and grow
And wild creatures their habitat with humans have to share
And many birds and animals once plentiful are now becoming rare.

Humans with them bring their dogs and cats and though well fed they will
Take smaller wild born creatures their instincts are to kill
For dogs and especially cats are predators who on smaller creatures prey
And hard to change true carnivores from their natural way.

In forty years were I to return I'd feel a stranger here
And I would feel so much out of place in a place I once loved dear
For there would be many houses where only trees had been
And far fewer birds and animals in these hills to be seen.

On the suburban highway the cars buzz to and fro
And to the wooded hills above the town the Seasons come and go
And were I to return in forty years perhaps the place I would not know
For with the increase in the human population the suburbs grow and grow.