This Green Land Poem by Gary Ware

This Green Land

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This green and pleasant land of ours.
Is disappearing can't you see.
Replaced by roads and houses.
Soon that's all that there will be.
No fields of summer beauty
Or forests full of trees.
No scented flowers growing.
By gently trickling streams.
No birdsong in the morning
Or buzzing honey bees.
All of nature's beauty.
Will most definitely cease to be.

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