CONSTRUCT
The verdant rolling lands abut
the boundaries of man’s construct.
Mills and manufactories
furnaces and potteries
as steel stone and brick degrade
and sediment and soot invade.
The verdant rolling lands abut
the boundaries of man’s construct.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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That verdant land is now suffering so much because of man's greed Michael.
Andy
Isn't it just.
Good write and pic M.
I would not pinch these words, but could add them as a verse, slightly adapted, to my harvest theme hymn for today - if you wish?
Please do Orchi - it'll be an honour.
Will do - though it's 99% the same words, you will see.
So good to read your engaging words again Michael and view your impressive art work - I do agree that those verdant hills are the best medicine for "man's construct" and ever will be. Warmest of wishes from Fay
Thanks Fay - so good to see all the old names still here on MPS
Taint a permanent boundary though is it. Looking around the perimeters of my city i see HUGE industrial units in what was pastureland two years ago.
Where are we going?
It's the same everwhere - and still they build tomorrow's slums.
Yes - reminds me a little of my last trip to the Old Country. I don't think I will return now - which may be just as well, as everything changes...
Great to see you back, Michael.
And great to be posting - but I'm still around - it's jusy with my wife being poorly my time is mostly spoken for.
I used to struggle with certain constructs but you made everything fit perfectly mate .... well bloomin done and welcome back ............. N
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