This Earth's Tiny Plot Poem by David Wood
This Earth's Tiny Plot
Oh’ how rolls that deep blue sea
What tales it could tell you and me
Its constant rolling, its breaking spray
In the moonlight at the end of the day.
Oh’ land what changes you have seen
Your woods and rolling hills of green.
Land under the plough being tilled
By farmers who, strong willed
Rotate their crops in all seasons
Their year dictated by all reason.
Fields harvested now industrialised
That farming now is marginalised.
Settlements aeons now passed
Middle age villages now grassed.
They melted in the mist of time
Lives lived through ages rhyme.
Of the future what tales will tell
And what ideas will they sell
To future generations to blot
Upon this earths tiny plot.
Another nice reflection of this poets mind. He is able to see, look and inform us in a very nice way. Well written David. Joan Smith
A well written poem David, and spot on too. As someone who loves the outdoors I agree with all what you have said. Well penned!
Very true. Our idiocy is the cause of our doom.We are breaking the rhythm of Nature.we claim we are the most intelligent creature.Thanks for focusing on this burning problem.
Well written we are gliding and think about present so selfish we are Thanx David a good poem 4th and 5th stanza very bold
Man is destroying his environment in the pursuit of wealth - great write David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:09:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem as the years pass there is less to protect. In the end there will be nothing left.