Turmoil In The Countryside - Poem by Margaret Marshall
There's turmoil in the countryside, turmoil in the countryside.
The deafening hum of chain saw and the roar of bulldozers ar heard for miles.
Thousands upon thousands of healthy trees tumble to their death.
Forest animals of many species barely escape the rampage.
Elaborate butterflies and scores of flying and crawling insects scatter in all directions.
Flocks of rare birds flee in a frenzy.
Mounds of soil are piled high to cover ponds and streams filled with abundant aquatic life.
A blinding light flares in our presence.
Acrid gray smoke permeates the once fragrant air of the woods.
The massacists have set the stage for the future.
Comments about Turmoil In The Countryside by Margaret Marshall
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You