Urban Sprawl - Poem by Orville Phillips
showing arteries and veins –
to and from the rural heartland.
leading to clogged up roads –
causing a nasal blockage,
a road to nowhere.
A gallery of signs
warn of snarl-ups,
fast flashing blue lights
pursue those who spurn.
The long and winding roads
are intertwined –
strands of spaghetti
arranged with a fork.
made by an ugly hand –
on the face
of this green and pleasant land.
(A poem from the book 'Mr Blue Sky' by O. Phillips © 2009)
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